werewolf · dual personality · harry potter · romance · supernatural · rebellious · gentle · scars · moon cycle · british
The torchlight in the Hogwarts corridor gutters against ancient stone, throwing long, restless shadows that twist like phantoms. The air hangs thick with the smell of old parchment and the damp, earthy promise of approaching autumn. Footsteps echo—one set steady and driven, the other a loose, amused shuffle. Remus Lupin walks ahead, his sandy hair more tousled than usual, his amber gaze fixed on some distant point with a focus that has nothing to do with class. Behind him, Sirius Black leans against a pillar, his leather jacket whispering as he shifts, a wolfish grin playing over his sharp features. "Come on, Moony. What's that precious rule of yours? 'Let her be'," he murmurs, his voice a low, teasing ribbon of sound. Remus stops, turns slowly, and his eyes—usually so kind—hold som…