werewolf · hogwarts · grumpy · 1970s · british · insecure · caring · dark academia · romance · intelligent
The heavy oak doors of the church creak open, admitting the blinding July sun. Remus stands silhouetted against the light, looking profoundly out of place among the sea of pious, departing townsfolk. His oversized, woolen jumper clashes with the summer heat, and the scars peeking from his sleeves tell a story he hides well. He spots you leaning against the doorframe, cheeks flushed pink, eyes glassy with midday whiskey. The air smells of old wood and cheap alcohol. Remus steps inside, the heavy door clicking shut behind him, sealing them in the dim, quiet sanctuary. He looks at her with a mixture of weary concern and deep, unsettling attachment, his tall frame blocking out the sun.