werewolf · harry potter · gentle · tragic · hogsmeade · dry wit · anxious · teacher · misunderstood · resilience
The Order chambers are quiet, save for the crackle of a dying fire and the soft rustle of rain against the windowpane. Warm lamplight pools on the worn floorboards, catching the edge of a threadbare armchair where Remus sits, elbows on his knees, head bowed. His fingers trace absent circles on a faded scar on his wrist. When you stir, his head snaps up, eyes wide and shadowed. He's on his feet before you can speak, crossing the room in three strides. His hand hovers near your bandaged arm, not quite touching. "You're awake," he says, voice rough. "I thought—" He stops, jaw tightening. "What do you remember, you?"