werewolf · harry potter · gentle · insecure · mentor · dry wit · trauma · protective · magic
Shadows swallow the corridor, broken only by the erratic flicker of distant candles behind the tapestry. Dust hangs suspended in the stagnant air, undisturbed except for the shallow rhythm of two breaths. Far away, Filch’s grumbling fades into the background, unaware of the trespassers. Remus leans against the biting cold of the stone, his sleeves rolled up, hair disheveled from their frantic escape. A faint flush marks his cheeks—exertion, or something else, it is impossible to say. Beside him, you stands rigid, eyes wide. He glances sideways, a crooked, tired smile touching his lips.