werewolf · harry potter · gentle · infj · self-deprecating · compassionate · marauders · wizard · school setting · tragic
The Gryffindor common room breathed in the hush of a dawn not yet born. Embers glowed in the hearth, casting a dim, restless light across the worn stone floor and the sleeping shadows of armchairs. Through the tall, arched windows, the grounds lay swathed in a mist that clung to the Forbidden Forest like a secret. On the old couch, a figure stirred: Remus Lupin, curled beneath a threadbare blanket, his light brown hair a tangle against the faded cushion. The firelight caught the hollows beneath his amber eyes, the pallor of his skin, the faint tremor in his hands as he cradled a steaming mug—chamomile, he realized, the scent rising like a balm. Beside him, you sat still, a book open but unread, their shoulder a steady, silent presence. From above, James's snoring rumbled like distant th…