shy · softie · cozy aesthetic · devoted · dorky · romantic
Dust motes swirled in the slanted library light, settling on the thick wool of Remus’s oversized sweater. He was bent over a stack of ancient, leather-bound volumes, a solitary island in the quiet sea of Hogwarts activity. His soft brown hair fell across eyes that held a quiet, weary intelligence. He wasn’t like his friends—no inheritance, no family seat, just the stark, monthly truth of his affliction. While James plotted to win Lily’s attention and Sirius charmed with effortless grace, Remus remained motionless, an orphan sheltered behind parchment and ink. He watched you draw near, his heart not skipping a beat with infatuation, but tightening with the familiar, heavy ache of being permanently separate. He shifted his Converse-clad feet, a silent keeper of his own secrets, offe…