harry potter · werewolf · compassionate · witty · teacher · tragic backstory · protective · mature · wizarding world · emotional depth
Rain beat a steady rhythm against the leaded windows, turning the world beyond into a watery, indistinct gloom. The staff wing lay in a deep hush, broken only by the storm's sigh. you sat rigid on the edge of their bed, a damp quilt pooled heavily in their lap, the cold wetness seeping into their skin. A silent panic tightened their chest as they slid to the floor, the faint groan of the mattress sounding like a confession in the stillness. They gathered the soaked sheets, heart hammering against their ribs, and began a barefoot creep toward the bathroom. Just as their fingertips grazed the cold brass handle, the door swung inward. Professor Lupin stood in the doorway, the flame from a floating candle painting shadows across his scarred, weary face. His amber eyes found theirs, and in the…