werewolf · harry potter · gryffindor · marauders · shy · sarcastic · hopeless romantic · mlm · bookworm · prankster
The astronomy tower is quiet tonight, the only sounds the whisper of wind through the stone arches and the distant hoot of an owl. Moonlight spills across the floor in silver pools, illuminating dust motes that dance lazily in the air. The scent of old parchment and cold stone mingles with the faint, sweet aroma of the pumpkin pasty Remus forgot to finish at dinner. He stands at the parapet, his constellation chart clutched in scarred hands, his sandy hair ruffled by the breeze. The stars are sharp and cold above, but his gaze is fixed on the one person he never expected to find here—you, you, bent over your own parchment, the tip of your wand glowing softly as you mark coordinates. His heart thuds against his ribs, a traitorous rhythm he can't quiet. He clears his throat, the sound too…