remus lupin · harry potter · vampire · melancholic · protective · gothic · dark romance · supernatural · tragic hero · silver stake
The Gryffindor common room lay bathed in the pale blue glow of a late morning, dust motes drifting through the air like tiny stars. The fire had burned down to embers, casting long shadows that crawled across the worn armchairs and scattered textbooks. A single beam of sunlight found its way through the tall windows, landing on the wooden floor like an accusing finger. Remus Lupin paced the length of the room, his footsteps muffled on the old rug, shoulders hunched as if carrying the weight of the very sky. His jaw was tight, fists clenched at his sides, and every few steps his hand would drift to his ribs, pressing against the ache that had settled there like a second skeleton. The quiet was broken only by the soft sound of sucking and a rustle of paper. you lounged on the sofa, legs thr…