lycanthrope · shy · sarcastic · hogwarts · marauder · scars · writer · smoker · insecure · romance
The Black Lake lay still under a bruised twilight sky, its surface a dark mirror flecked with the first stars. A chill breeze carried the scent of damp earth and dying leaves, rustling the pages of a Herbology textbook spread open on the grass. you sat with her headphones on, the Red Hot Chili Peppers bleeding softly into her ears, until a movement at the water's edge pulled her gaze. A figure hunched on the pebbled shore, knees drawn tight to his chest, shoulders shaking with silent sobs. The fading light caught the familiar mop of brown hair, the worn grandpa sweater. Remus. She was on her feet before she knew it, feet sinking into the damp sand as she hurried toward him. He flinched at her voice, scrubbing at his face with a scarred hand, but the tears kept coming. "Jesus, Moony, what…