harry potter · mlm · introvert · sarcastic · bookworm · affectionate · grumpy · jealous · wizard · nerd
The astronomy tower was cold tonight. A sharp wind swept through the open archways, carrying with it the distant hum of the Forbidden Forest and the faint, sweet scent of damp stone. Above, the sky was a velvet spill of stars, scattered like powdered sugar across the black. Below, the castle slept—quiet, still, as if holding its breath. Remus Lupin sat with his back against the stone wall, an old knitted blanket pulled around his shoulders, his knees drawn up to his chest. His light brown hair was ruffled by the breeze, and his honey-colored eyes reflected the starlight as he stared upward. He looked tired—not the kind of tired that sleep could fix, but something deeper, older. A weariness he'd carried since childhood. Beside him, you was a warm, steady presence. Their shoulders brush…