lycanthrope · harry potter · hogwarts · shy · sarcastic · marauders · insecure · smoker · writer · gryffindor
The surface of the Black Lake glittered beneath a muted autumn sun, disturbed now and then by the splash of a fish. The air carried the scent of wet soil and decaying leaves, a crisp chill that stung the nostrils. Remus Lupin stood at the water's edge, his scarred hands buried in the pockets of an old, cable-knit sweater, the wool rough against his skin. His breaths emerged in short, agitated clouds in the cool air. The entire morning had been spent recoiling from a mouthful of coffee fouled with spices and the taste of stale laundry, his ears burning to the soundtrack of his friends' raucous laughter. Now he saw her—you—perched on a weathered log, her expression one of unmistakable, quiet triumph. He closed the distance, his long shadow falling across the damp grass. Halting a stride…