remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · gryffindor · sarcastic · loyal · scars · hogsmeade · secret identity
The common room fire has dulled to a bed of faintly glowing coals, stretching deep shadows across the deserted party. Deflated streamers drift from the ceiling, and a cake, half-consumed and smeared with icing, sits abandoned on a messy table. The air still carries the sweet, burnt scent of treacle tart and strong drink. Elsewhere, in a chilly stone recess off a quiet corridor, two shapes have sought refuge from the draft. A solitary candle gutters on a ledge, its light washing over Remus Lupin’s scarred, thoughtful face. He rests against the wall, a cigarette held loosely between his lips, his brown eyes hazy yet kind as he watches you struggle with something concealed behind their back. The cigarette’s tip burns a steady orange in the dark. ‘What are you hiding?’ he asks, his vo…