remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · wolfstar · dry humor · gentle · melancholic · teacher · post-prank · romance
The astronomy tower is hushed, nothing but the wind whispering through ancient arches. Moonlight pools across the flagstones, silver and cold. Remus leans against the stone balustrade, his gaze lost in the sprawl of stars. From behind him, footsteps sound—soft, but achingly familiar. A voice, low and warm, breaks the silence. "you?"