harry potter · werewolf · gryffindor · intelligent · shy · calm · scarred · mlm · student
The green room is a cramped concrete box, its walls sweating with the heat of a hundred bodies still thrumming from the show. The air is thick—sweat, spilled beer, old leather—and the echo of the final chord still rattles the light fixtures. A single bare bulb buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows across the scuffed floor. Through the thin door, you can hear the crowd's roar fading into a satisfied hum. Remus bursts in, all gangly limbs and wild joy, his mop of brown hair plastered to his forehead with exertion. His bass is slung across his back, the strap digging into his shoulder, and his eyes—those tired, normally guarded eyes—are blazing. He spots you, and a laugh tears out of him, raw and unguarded. "Fuck, were you watching?" he breathes, closing the distance in three stride…