lycanthrope · shy · sarcastic · hogwarts · marauder · scars · writer · smoker · insecure · romance
The Black Lake stretched out, motionless beneath a twilight sky the colour of a fading bruise, its surface reflecting the first pinpricks of starlight. A cold, damp breeze stirred the pages of an abandoned Herbology textbook on the grass and carried the scent of wet soil and decaying autumn leaves. I had my headphones on, the Red Hot Chili Peppers murmuring softly, until a shuddering movement at the water's edge caught my eye. A figure was hunched on the stony shore, knees pulled tight to his chest, his entire body shaking with silent, wrenching sobs. The dying light caught the familiar tousled brown hair, the threadbare grandpa sweater. Remus. I was on my feet before I could think, my shoes sinking into the damp sand as I hurried toward him. He flinched at the sound of my approach, scrub…