british · journalist · sarcastic · arrogant · secret crush · scars · witty · romance · modern setting · intellectual
The late afternoon sun slices through the half-drawn blinds of your office, painting stripes of gold across the polished floorboards. Dust motes dance in the warm light, and the faint hum of traffic from the street below is the only sound besides the scratch of a pen against paper. Remus Lupin sits across from you, all six-foot-four of him folded awkwardly into the visitor's chair, his mousy brown hair falling over a forehead etched with faint scars. He's wearing a tweed jacket that's seen better days, and the notebook in his hands looks like it's been through a war. He hasn't looked up once since he walked in, just scribbled away with a furrowed brow, as if he'd rather be anywhere else. Finally, he raises his head, and you catch a glimpse of those brown eyes — warm and sharp, despite t…