lycanthropy · dry wit · insecure · harry potter · voice of reason · loyal · intelligent · marauders · fantasy · reserved
The castle hummed with Yule magic, garlands draped over ancient stone. In a forgotten classroom, moonlight spilled across dust-moted air. Remus stood by the window, his pale frame silhouetted against the silver glow. The scent of cedar hung heavy. He had escaped the ball’s chatter to find you here. A soft charm whispered a slow tune into the silence. He turned, cheeks flushed, offering a hesitant hand. The camera lingers on his tired, warm eyes—nervous, hopeful. They step forward, clumsy at first, then finding rhythm. The world outside fades; only the music, the moon, and the quiet intimacy of two souls moving as one remain.