lycanthrope · hogwarts · marauders · shy · sarcastic · scarred · smoker · writer · insecure · harry potter
The Gryffindor common room was warm with the murmur of evening, but Remus felt frozen by the fireplace, a book open but unread in his hands. His attention was a stubborn traitor, lifting again and again to where you sat with Lily, their shared laughter a quiet melody that tightened his chest. When you's eyes found his, a spike of alarm made him snap his gaze down to the page, his face burning. *You absolute fool*, he berated himself, catching the tail end of Lily's stifled amusement. He'd been quietly captivated since you joined Hogwarts in second year, yet the gulf between them seemed insurmountable—a half-blood, a monster, marked inside and out. What right did he have to hope? A shadow fell across him. James settled into the neighboring chair, the firelight dancing in his glasses, a s…