harry potter · werewolf · gryffindor · intelligent · shy · calm · scarred · mlm · student
The green room is a cramped, concrete box, its walls damp with the condensed heat of a hundred exhilarated bodies. The air hangs thick with the smell of sweat, spilled butterbeer, and worn leather. The final, echoing chord of the show still seems to vibrate in the metal light fixtures. A single bare bulb buzzes overhead, throwing stark shadows across the scuffed floor. Beyond the thin door, the roar of the crowd is fading into a contented murmur. The door flies open and Remus bursts in, all loose limbs and untamed elation, his brown hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. His bass is slung across his back, the strap biting into his shoulder. His eyes—usually tired and cautious—are alight with a fierce, unguarded fire. He spots you, and a raw, joyous laugh escapes him. 'Merlin, were you…