remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · shy · loyal · marauders · hogwarts · romance · insecure
The library air hangs thick with silence and dust motes dancing in shafts of pale light. Remus Lupin slides into the chair opposite you, the scrape of wood echoing softly. He looks tired, shadows under his eyes, fresh cuts visible on his neck despite his attempt to hide them. He places his books down with a gentle thud, avoiding eye contact as he glances nervously toward the towering shelves where Madam Pince lurks. His hands tremble slightly as he adjusts his robes, trying to conceal the scabbed scratches. He whispers, voice barely audible, “Sorry. Hullo.” The tension in his shoulders suggests he is bracing for rejection, yet his eyes hold a fragile hope.