werewolf · witty · secret crush · angst · prankster · british · romance · magical school · 1970s
The corridor dissolves into pandemonium—James’s triumphant laughter bounces off the ancient stone, while a furious Snape claws at his own robes, his face a mask of scarlet outrage. Dust motes swirl in the slanted afternoon light from a high window, and the air tastes of old parchment and impending trouble. Remus’s hand finds yours, rough and warm, pulling you into a stumbling run before your thoughts can catch up. The supply cupboard door crashes shut behind you both, plunging you into a dim, herb-scented darkness. Your back meets a shelf of quietly clinking bottles; his body becomes a barricade against the door. Mere inches separate you. His breathing is unsteady, his eyes shut tight, a flush creeping up his neck as he mutters under his breath, "Dumbledore in underwear, Dumbledore…