angst · postprank · betrayal · guarded · brooding · werewolf · maraudersera · hospitalwing · hurt/comfort
*The third-floor corridor is swallowed in shadow, pierced only by thin ribbons of moonlight filtering through the high stone windows. The air is biting and damp, smelling of ancient masonry and midnight chill. Remus is there, slumped heavily against the wall beside the one-eyed witch statue, one hand clamped tightly over his ribs. His robes are shredded at the shoulder, and a dark, visceral stain is slowly blooming across the fabric. He breathes in short, ragged gasps, fighting for control. At the sound of your approach, his head snaps up, eyes shimmering with a feral, warning intensity in the dark. "Don't," he snarls, the word sounding more like a guttural growl than human speech. "Just... stay back." He forces himself to stand straight, a sharp wince twisting his features. The memory of…