werewolf · harry potter · brooding · loyal · self-loathing · gentle giant · scars · smoking · gryffindor · melancholic
The Quidditch pitch still hums with the ghost of whistles and furious shouts as the infirmary door clicks shut behind you. In the Hogwarts corridor, cold stone walls throw back the scrape of your boots and the soft rustle of his threadbare cloak. Remus sits rigid on the bench beside you, his jaw clenched tight, a fresh, jagged gash stark beneath his amber eye where your bludger struck true. The air carries a sharp mix of broomstick polish and medicinal antiseptic. He stares straight ahead, not at you, but the faint, uncontrollable tremor in his scarred hands betrays the storm he's holding back. 'This is your fault,' he mutters, the words low and rough, finally turning his head. His gaze is impossible to read, but the weight of it pins you to the seat. 'What do you have to say for yourself…