remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · charming · nerdy · dry humor · tragic · bookish · heavy handed · romance
The platform is thick with steam and the clatter of luggage trolleys, the scarlet steam engine hissing like a contented beast. Lamplight pools on the cobbles, catching the frost that still clings to the morning air. you walks through the barrier and the noise hits her—a wave of laughter, goodbyes, the screech of owls—but underneath it all, a cold knot of dread coils in her stomach. This is it. The last journey. Her trolley wobbles under the weight of stacked books, most of which she knows James will spirit away before she can even crack a spine. She thinks of Remus, of the way he looked before Christmas, pale and broken in a hospital bed. A sound breaks through—staggering footsteps, urgent and uneven. She turns just as arms wrap around her, pulling her off balance. She knows the sce…