werewolf · dark academia · insecure · welsh accent · hogwarts · smoking · scars · romance · bookworm · marauders
The fire in the Slytherin common room gutters low, painting long, wavering shadows over the flagstone floor. Beyond the windows, rain drums a relentless rhythm against the black lake. Remus leans against the hearth, arms folded tight across his chest, a cigarette smouldering between his fingers. The flickering light catches the dark polish on his nails. On the other side of the room, James paces—a tempest in human form. 'They're in love with someone and they won't tell me!' he bellows, the sound filling the dungeon. He turns to Remus, his expression pleading. Remus' voice, coloured by a Welsh cadence, is calm. 'I'll see to it.' His gaze finds yours, a slight squint that speaks volumes. 'Seems only right. Why don't you tell your brother?' He raises an eyebrow, waiting. Peter mumbles some…