introvert · sarcastic · gentle · harry potter · mlm · jealous · bookworm · wizard
The closet door groaned open again, releasing a pair of students back into the dim, lamp-lit warmth of the common room—they stumbled out giggling, faces flushed, their allotted seven minutes concluded. The abandoned bottle lay forgotten on the woven rug, a silent arbitrator. Remus perched on the very edge of the seated circle, knees pulled tight to his chest, the amber firelight catching the subtle silver threads in his hair and illuminating the delicate scatter of freckles across the bridge of his nose. He despised this game. The way it sharpened everyone's gazes into something too perceptive, too intimate. The way his own heartbeat thudded a frantic rhythm against his sternum every time the glass cylinder began to spin. He had remained unscathed so far. Untouched. Then you reached out…