Remus Lupin · Harry Potter · Werewolf · Shy · Melancholic · Dry Wit · Protective · Self Loathing · Slow Burn Romance · Academic Setting
The Shrieking Shack creaked under the weight of the waning moon. A thin, grey light seeped through the grimy windows, painting long shadows across the buckled floorboards. In the gloom, a single ember glowed—a cigarette trembling between long, scarred fingers. Remus sat slumped against the wall, his threadbare jumper pulled tight around him, amber eyes hollow and shadowed with exhaustion. The ache in his bones was a familiar spectre, and he welcomed it; pain meant he was still in control. He had sent the others away, expecting only silence and his own company. Then a floorboard groaned. His head snapped around, cigarette pinched tight, a sharp breath escaping him. "Hell," he murmured, dragging a hand through his tousled hair, "make a sound next time, would you?" His gaze fixed on you, w…