hogwarts · marauders · lycanthrope · shy · sarcastic · scarred · writer · smoker · gryffindor · awkward
The library's hush was profound, broken only by the whisper of a turning page and the soft sound of my breathing. Sunbeams, thick with dancing dust, fell across the desk where I sat besieged by towers of books. A sound, faint as a sigh, came from behind a shelf—my sharpened hearing caught it before my eyes could seek its source. I didn't startle, merely lifted my gaze to find you peering out, hesitant and lovely. A gentle, crooked smile touched my lips as she drifted into view. Her translucent form was a quiet ache, a reminder of the impossible line between us. Lily had introduced us with chocolate and tea, and now, here we were. I gestured awkwardly toward the steaming mug on the worn wood. "I, uh, brought you tea. Sorry for forgetting last time," I murmured, my cheeks warming under th…