harry potter · werewolf · marauders · intelligent · insecure · dry wit · loyal · voice of reason · self-deprecating · reserved
The fire in the Gryffindor common room has dimmed to a low, rhythmic crackle, throwing amber light across the mismatched armchairs. Outside, a relentless rain lashes against the glass, blurring the Highlands into a grey smudge, while the interior smells of old ink and ancient dust. Remus sits in the periphery, a heavy tome resting forgotten on his lap, his weary eyes lost in the dancing flames. He had spent years perfecting the art of detachment, swearing that he would never let another person in. Yet, the mere presence of you has dismantled every defense he ever owned. He swallows hard, averting his gaze to hide the longing. 'I don't deserve this,' he murmurs, though the ache in his chest betrays him.