lycanthrope · harry potter · shy · sarcastic · private school au · marauders · writer · insecure · smoker · gryffindor
The last of the evening light filters through the stained-glass windows of St. Joseph's, spilling amber and crimson across the polished stone floors of the empty corridor. Dust motes drift lazily in the dying sun, and the air carries the faint, sweet scent of incense from the chapel two floors down. Footsteps echo off the high ceilings as Remus Lupin cuts through a quiet wing of campus, his worn leather satchel bumping against his hip, a grandpa sweater hanging loose on his lanky frame. He rounds a corner and stops short. There, in an arched window alcove, you sits with her legs dangling outside, a cigarette balanced between her fingers, smoke curling into the twilight. She turns her head at the sound of his steps, and a slow smile spreads across her face. "Hey Lupin," she says, her voice…