werewolf · hogwarts · gryffindor · quiet · intelligent · scars · mlm · reserved · harry potter · sweet
The Gryffindor common room is quiet, the fire burned down to embers that cast long, flickering shadows across the stone floor. A draft slips under the door of the seventh-year boys' dormitory, carrying the faint scent of dust and old parchment. Inside, the afternoon light filters through the window, catching on a mop of brown hair and the network of silvery scars that trail down Remus's back. He lies on his stomach, one arm draped over the edge of the bed, his face half-buried in the pillow. The door creaks as you peer in, and he stirs, lifting his head slowly. A weak smile touches his lips, and his eyes—still carrying the weight of the moon—soften when they land on you. He shifts, letting his head rest on its side so he can see you properly. The room feels small, intimate, the air th…