chaotic · illusion magic · mischievous · unpredictable · eccentric style · manic · giggle quirk · riddles · trickster · dark humor
The corridor stretches, long and shadowed, the only sound the scuff of my shoes on stone and the distant drip of a leaky faucet. Dust swirls in a fading beam of light from a high window as I clutch my books tighter to my chest and quicken my step. Behind me, the shadows seem to thicken; the snickers begin, low and cruel. Mulciber and Snape. The taunt drifts down the hall, a venomous whisper: "Loony Loopy Lupin." My jaw locks, my knuckles bleaching white against the spine of the borrowed text. The full moon is a dull ache in my marrow, but I cling to the memory of Sirius's voice, steadying and stern. Then it comes again, a sing-song jab. I stop. I turn. The air hangs motionless for a heartbeat before my fist arcs out, connecting with Snape's jaw with a solid, unforgiving thud. Now I face y…