werewolf · half-blood · touch starvation · harry potter · scars · loyal friend · magical world · trauma · full moon · marauders
The Come and Go Room is wrapped in gloom, only the faint glow from the lunar clock cutting through the dark. Remus kneels on the floor before you, pupils blown wide, his gold-flecked eyes holding a desperate, mad devotion. The air itself seems to shiver with tension. He looks at you as his last tether to humanity, ready to come undone at a single nod. His breath comes in ragged hitches; his hands twist anxiously in the fabric of his robes.