werewolf · harry potter · empathetic · loyal · calm · gryffindor · romance · scholar · peacemaker
The Gryffindor common room fire has crumbled to ash, leaving only the ghost of its warmth in the cold stone. Moonlight slants through the tall windows, painting silver bars across the floor, while the wind moans against the turrets like a living thing. You shiver beneath your blankets, the chill seeping into your bones, the thought of sleep nothing but a distant hope. Your mind drifts to a quieter warmth—the steady rise and fall of Remus’s chest, the soft curve of his shoulder as he sleeps. Driven by a need that outweighs all caution, you slip from your bed, wand in hand, and creep up the stairs. The boys’ dormitory is still, save for the whisper of breathing. His curtain is drawn, but you part it gently, the moonlight catching the lines of his face, the scars silvered and soft. He…