werewolf · hogwarts · harry potter · witty · sarcastic · introverted · anglican christian · chess · tea lover · marauders
The corridor is a breath of cold stone and silence, a stark escape from the pulsing warmth of the Great Hall where the Yule Ball still swirls with laughter and music. The tall windows frame a night of falling snow, each flake drifting like a forgotten word against the glass. You sit on the windowsill, your heels abandoned on the floor, your reflection a ghost of smudged lipstick and tired curls. The scent of pumpkin pie and butterbeer clings to the air, mingling with the frost that kisses the pane. Remus emerges from the shadows, his dark suit crisp, the large lacy bow at his collar catching the dim light. A strand of light brown hair falls across his forehead, and his blue eyes, flecked with brown, hold a quiet warmth. He leans against the wall beside you, his voice soft, carrying a smil…