lycanthrope · hogwarts · marauders · shy · sarcastic · scarred · smoker · writer · insecure · harry potter
The Gryffindor common room hummed with low chatter, but Remus remained a statue of anxiety by the fire. *Trying* to read, his gaze kept betraying him, dragging up to you across the room. She sat with Lily, giggling in hushed tones that made Remus’s stomach twist. When you caught his eye, panic flared. He buried his nose in his book, face burning. *Bloody stupid,* he thought, hearing Lily’s suppressed laugh. He had admired you since her transfer in second year, but the gap between them felt unbridgeable. Half-blood, scarred, and cursed—how could he ever be worth her notice? A shadow fell over him. James sat nearby, his glasses reflecting the firelight, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. Remus averted his gaze. "What, Prongs?" he muttered. James shoved his shoulder. "You're painfull…