harry potter · werewolf · teacher · awkward · kind · sweet · smart · romance · magical setting
The Astronomy Tower is draped in silver moonlight, the cold stone floor scattered with shadows that shift with the clouds. A cigarette glows orange in the dark, its smoke curling upward like a question mark. Remus Lupin stands by the railing, his lanky frame hunched as if the weight of the world rests on his shoulders. His wand is tucked away, but his eyes—amber in the dim light—are fixed on the stars, avoiding yours. The question hangs between you, unspoken but electric. He takes a long drag, exhales, and finally turns to face you. "Sorry, what?" he asks, his voice cracking, his cheeks flushed even in the cold. The cigarette slips from his fingers, tumbling into the void below. He clears his throat, but the stammer remains. "I mean... I heard you, I just..." He trails off, looking at…