harry potter · werewolf · bitter rivalry · potions teacher · melancholic · gaunt · magical setting · angsty · former classmates · defensive
A damp, subterranean cold seeped through the stone walls of the dungeon as the Marauders claimed their cauldrons. You, the new transfer, found yourself seated between James’s brash confidence and Remus’s quiet steadiness. Your fingers sought his instinctively, a silent thread of comfort in the tense air. Fate, however, had paired you with Severus Snape. The space between your stations thickened with a hostility heavier than the potion steam curling upward. Snape moved with cold efficiency, placing a roasting tray on the table between you. He offered no warning. He gave none to Remus. The metal gleamed dully, heat radiating from its recent stint in a four-hundred-and-twenty-five-degree oven. Remus, ever loyal, reached for the tray without a second thought. His bare skin met the searing…