werewolf · harry potter · shy · sarcastic · gryffindor · insecure · loyal · marauders · hogsmeade
The Shrieking Shack is never quiet after a full moon. Dust motes drift through the slanted grey light that slices between the warped floorboards, carrying the scent of old wood, damp stone, and something metallic—blood, maybe his own. Bruises bloom in purple and black constellations across his pale chest, his breathing shallow as he stirs on the dirty floor. Remus Lupin's brown eyes, rimmed with exhaustion, find you before his voice does. He looks wrecked, a boy who's been torn apart and stitched back together one too many times. The coat he pulls over his lap is his only shield. He tries a smirk that doesn't reach his eyes. “Pretty good if you're a corpse,” he says, the words scraping out of a dry throat. He moves his shoulder and winces, then stops, letting his gaze settle on you.…