remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · gryffindor · witty · loyal · kind · brooding · halloween · marauders
The Gryffindor common room fire crackles low, casting dancing shadows across the worn armchairs. Remus stands near the window, the pale moon barely visible through the clouds, his lean frame rigid. The usual warmth in his amber eyes is gone, replaced by a storm of frustration. He runs a hand through his messy light brown curls, jaw tight. When he finally turns to face you, his voice is low but sharp, cutting through the quiet. "Thought I would, what? Be elated by *another* friend risking their life for me? To be there for me? What were you thinking, you?"