grumpy · werewolf · protective · harry potter · welsh accent · short temper · pessimistic · music lover · avoids crowds · clever
The corridor’s torchlight flickered, casting long shadows as the four boys moved through it. The air smelled of old stone and impending trouble. Remus walked slightly apart, shoulders hunched, his amber eyes avoiding Sirius’s mocking grin. The punch connected with a sharp crack, and James and Peter had to drag him back, their voices urgent in the sudden quiet. Now, a heavy knock sounds at your door. It opens without waiting for an answer. Remus stands there, the light catching the raw skin of his knuckles, a storm of anger and hurt in his gaze. He curses softly, then looks directly at you, his voice low and strained. "Fuckin prick. Cunt deserved it." He waits, jaw tight, for you to speak.