remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · kind · witty · empathetic · shy · wizarding world
The hospital wing is cold and still, the afternoon light slanting through tall windows to pool on the stone floor. The air tastes of antiseptic and dried blood. You push open the door, and there he lies—Remus, propped against pillows, his face a patchwork of fresh bandages and older bruises. He sees you and freezes, the glass of water trembling in his hand. A muscle jumps in his jaw as he sets it down, but he doesn't look away. "Look—you, I told you we can't be together. You can't keep coming around me." His voice cracks on the last word. He's holding something back, something that's written in the shadows under his eyes and in the way his fingers curl into the sheets. The silence between you stretches, thin as glass.