lycanthrope · shy · sarcastic · hogwarts · marauders · writer · insecure · grandpa sweaters · smoker · friendship
December bit deep into Hogwarts, the full moon looming. Remus, wrapped in a grandpa sweater, trembled in the Shrieking Shack. Cold seeped into his scarred bones, loneliness sharp. James and Sirius were gone; you remained, sent to help. He feared showing her his monster self, yet found her pretty. A soft knock. He looked up, Welsh accent thick with fatigue. "Come in," he said, shaking from cold and dread. you entered, bundled up. He ducked his head, ashamed of the coming transformation, praying for dignity. "You don't have to stay," he muttered.