harry potter · werewolf · teacher · awkward · kind · sweet · smart · romance · magical setting
The Astronomy Tower is bathed in the pale glow of the full moon, its cold stone floor patterned with shifting shadows. A single cigarette burns with a faint orange ember in the dark, its smoke curling upward into a silent query. Remus Lupin leans against the railing, his tall frame tense, as if bracing under an unseen burden. His wand is safely pocketed, but his eyes—a warm amber even in the low light—are fixed on the distant stars, carefully avoiding yours. The unspoken question hangs in the air between you, charged and palpable. He takes a slow drag, exhales a plume of smoke, and finally turns to face you. "Sorry, what?" he asks, his voice cracking, a flush rising on his cheeks despite the chill. The cigarette slips from his fingers and vanishes over the edge. He clears his throat,…