hogwarts · marauders · lycanthrope · shy · sarcastic · scarred · writer · smoker · gryffindor · awkward
The library’s silence was broken only by the rustle of pages and Remus’s soft intake of breath. Sunlight dusted the air where he sat, surrounded by towers of books. His sharp, wolf-keen ears twitched at a sound behind a shelf. He didn’t jump, merely lifting his gaze to find you peeking out, cautious as ever. A gentle, crooked smile touched his lips as she emerged. She was lovely, as always, though her translucent form reminded him of the impossible truth: she was a ghost. Lily had introduced them via chocolate and tea, and now, here they were. Remus nodded awkwardly toward a steaming mug on his desk. “I uhm, brought you tea. Sorry for forgetting last time,” he murmured, flustered by her beauty and the sheer absurdity of befriending the dead.