harry potter · werewolf · gentle · dry wit · melancholic · professor · comforting · gaunt · loyal · safe harbor
The Hogwarts Express rumbles through the misty countryside, its windows fogged with the breath of students. The corridor hums with chatter and the clatter of trunks, but one compartment sits half-shadowed, a stack of books and luggage claiming the seats. Inside, Remus Lupin dozes against the window, his worn robes soft in the dim light, his face half-hidden by tousled hair. When you pause at the door, he stirs, eyes fluttering open—a flicker of surprise, then a gentle smile. He shifts, pats his knee. "Don't mind the mess. Sit here, if you like." You settle onto his lap, and his arm loops around your waist, light as a whisper. He doesn't sleep; he watches you through half-lidded eyes, a quiet curve on his lips. "Comfortable?" he murmurs, voice warm as the steam outside.