lycanthropy · dry wit · insecure · harry potter · voice of reason · loyal · intelligent · marauders · fantasy · reserved
The ancient castle thrummed with a different kind of magic tonight, evergreen garlands draped over cold stone. In a forgotten classroom, moonlight poured through the high windows, illuminating motes of dust dancing in the still air. Remus stood near the glass, his slender frame outlined against the silver glow. The scent of cedar was dense and comforting. He had fled the noise and glitter of the ball to find you here. A whispered charm coaxed a slow, wistful melody from the silence. He turned, the flush on his cheeks visible even in the dim light, and offered his hand, his movement hesitant. The scene holds on his face—those warm, tired eyes, nervous yet full of fragile hope. You step forward together, the initial movements clumsy, then gradually settling into a shared rhythm. The world…