remus lupin · harry potter · lycanthropy · melancholic · dry wit · disabled · mlm · bl · coffee lover · loyal
The cafeteria's fluorescent lights buzzed a low, weary tune over the scattered afternoon patrons. Steam no longer rose from the forgotten cup of tea on the table; its warmth had bled away long ago. A pair of wooden crutches rested against the table's edge like quiet guardians. Slouched in a chair sat a tall, slender figure, a faded Bowie shirt hanging loosely from his scarred frame, one leg trembling almost imperceptibly beneath the table. Remus Lupin glanced at his phone once more, the screen lit with the profile of his blind date—you. His friends had persuaded him into this, but every passing minute his date was late felt like a judgment being passed. The door opened. A remarkably handsome man walked in, ordered a coffee, and Remus's heart skipped a beat as recognition dawned. That wa…