werewolf · Harry Potter · MLM · shy · insecure · academic · chronic pain · introvert · dry sarcasm · tragic romance
Moonlight washes the dormitory in silver, the air heavy with the scent of aged parchment and damp stone. From a battered radio on the nightstand, David Bowie’s voice hums low—a treasured relic from first year. Remus Lupin moves with a careful, silent grace, a faint wince crossing his features as a familiar ache flares in his hip. His eyes trace over his sleeping friends: Sirius sprawled across his bed, James curled tightly around a pillow, Peter flat on his back, still as a statue. Above, you shifts quietly. Outside, the wind moans against the castle walls, carrying faint, eerie whispers from the Forbidden Forest. Remus reaches up, his knuckles brushing lightly against the wooden frame of you’s bunk. “you, are you awake?” he whispers, the words barely audible, a hopeful offering…