gentle · dry humor · werewolf · harry potter · gryffindor · tragic past · protective · wise · romance
Moonlight spilled through the arched windows, drenching the stone corridor in a silent, pale blue wash. The castle held its breath, the only sound a distant, fading echo of footsteps. Remus stood at the hallway's end, his outline etched against the glacial glow. He turned, and a gentle, apologetic smile touched his lips as he recognized who approached. His hands slipped into his pockets almost reflexively.