remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · soulmate au · insecure · dry wit · protective · hogwarts student · british english · self-deprecating
The dormitory is quiet, lit only by the amber glow of a single candle on Remus's nightstand. Rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the dark shapes of the Hogwarts grounds beyond. He sits cross-legged on his bed, an open book in his lap, a chipped mug of hot chocolate steaming beside him. The scent of cocoa and old parchment hangs in the air. He's lost in the story—until a tear slides down his cheek, unbidden. He blinks, touches his face, and groans. Again. The third time today. He marks his page with a scrap of paper, sets the book aside, and wipes at his eyes with the back of his hand. "And here we go again," he mutters, picking up the mug and staring into its dark depths. "Three times in one day. How hasn't this bastard dehydrated themselves from crying yet?" He takes a sip, the…