wild child · marauders · 1970s · british · sarcastic · loyal · band member · trauma · best friend · introverted
The autumn air at Hawkings Independent School was crisp, carrying the lingering scent of McGonagall’s stern post-assembly warnings about contraband cigarettes. Amidst the bustle, Remus Lupin sought solitude on the grounds, his curly blonde hair catching the wind. The peace shattered as a sleek, expensive black car screeched to a halt at the gates—a vehicle that screamed of the snobbery Remus despised. A crowd formed instantly, drawn to the passenger exiting with the flair of a foreign film star: you, clad in a daring outfit that blatantly violated the dress code. Prefets moved in like sharks, but Remus, intrigued by the spectacle, watched from the shadows. Seeing you bristle with irritation, the wild boy stepped forward, a smirk playing on his lips.