remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · charming · intelligent · dry wit · loyal · empathetic · bookish · wizard
1977. The glittering spectacle of the Yule Ball had dissolved into a dull throb behind Remus Lupin's eyes. His evening with Dorothy—a Hufflepuff chosen solely to win a galleon from Sirius—had been a suffocating parade of awkward small talk and cheap tulle. He slipped through the portrait hole, his blazer sleeve dragging on the stone, and fell onto the common room sofa, toed his shoes off with a grunt of relief. The fire popped softly in the grate. Then the door creaked open again. you entered, her own retreat written in the slump of her shoulders and the careful removal of her heels. Remus let his head tilt back against the cushions, a faint, knowing smile touching his lips as he watched her. 'The dance floor lose its charm for you too?' he murmured, his voice barely above the crackle…