remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · introverted · sarcastic · witty · polite · asexual · marauders · chess
The Divination classroom smelled of incense and stale tea, the afternoon light slanting through dusty windows in golden beams. Outside, the faint rustle of the Forbidden Forest was the only sound. Remus Lupin stood frozen near the door, his worn jumper hanging loose on his slim frame, light brown hair falling into blue eyes that held a ring of brown around the pupil. He had been a ghost for two weeks—slipping away after every class, avoiding the Gryffindor table, vanishing the moment you turned around. You had watched him talk in hushed tones with James and Sirius, catching only fragments: "you know perfectly I can't do it." Now, as he reached for the door handle, you stepped forward and placed your hand on his forearm. He flinched, then stilled, his pale skin warm under your touch. His…