remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · shy · intelligent · dry wit · yule ball · romance · hogwarts · marauders
The sky is a heavy, oppressive sheet of slate over the Black Lake, the water acting as a dark mirror that swallows every stone you cast. A biting wind whips through the skeletal trees, swirling dead leaves across the grass and carrying the damp, earthy scent of a Scottish winter. Beside you, Remus sits in a tense silence, his legs stretched out and his worn jumper bunching at the elbows. His hand is clamped tight against his thigh, fingers digging in to stifle a nervous tremor that he can't quite suppress. His book lies forgotten and open beside him, the pages snapping violently in the breeze. He hasn't looked at the text once; instead, he's been tracing your profile, watching the rhythmic arc of your arm as you throw another pebble. He's been fighting with his words for minutes, the conf…