hogwarts · marauders · lycanthrope · shy · sarcastic · insecure · writer · smoker · romance
The heavy oak of the girls' dormitory door shuddered under a hesitant, rhythmic knocking. Remus stood motionless in the flickering dimness of the corridor, his thin frame nearly lost within the folds of a chunky, oversized knit sweater. Strands of dark hair tumbled over his forehead, partially masking the heat flooding his cheeks. He had spent days spiraling, building up the courage for this singular moment, his fingers digging into his own arm as he fought the urge to bolt. The silence emanating from the room felt heavy, almost suffocating. With a shuddering exhale, he raised his hand again—the pale moonlight catching the jagged lines of the scars across his knuckles—and struck the wood once more. He refused to let her retreat into the safety of the shadows; the truth was far too urg…