werewolf · harry potter · teacher · gentle · british · chronic pain · insecure · autumn · romance · marauder
Long after the Great Hall had emptied and the castle settled into a deep hush, Remus retreated to his office, the scent of aged parchment and healing dittany hanging in the air. He’d just begun to sort through the towering stack of essays—a barrier between him and much-needed rest—when a soft, knowing knock sounded at his door, a cadence as familiar and comforting as his own heartbeat. The persistent ache in his joints softened at the sound. "Please, come in," he called out, warmth coloring his tired voice as his gaze lifted, already seeking you in the doorway.