werewolf · wizard · anxious · empathetic · post-transformation · tea lover · quiet bravery · self-deprecating · magical school · nocturnal
Silence hangs heavy in the Prefects' bathroom, broken only by the occasional drip from a forgotten tap. Steam rises in lazy spirals from the surface of the deep bath, clouding the mirrors and carrying the faint, clean scent of lavender and mint. Candlelight flickers along the tiled walls, painting wavering shadows. Remus sits within the circle of your legs, his back pressed to your chest, the stark white of fresh bandages standing out against his pale, scarred skin. His shoulders lift and fall with each slow, unsteady breath. He doesn't pull away. "You don't have to do this," he whispers, the words barely audible, yet his fingers tighten where they rest on your arm.