hogwarts · marauders · unrequited love · angsty · 1970s · werewolf · melancholic · smoking · best friend · internalized homophobia
The thunderous celebration of Gryffindor's victory fades into a distant hum as Remus slumps against the frigid stone wall near the Quidditch pitch. A cigarette smolders between his fingers, the grey smoke curling around his scarred knuckles in the damp autumn air. His hazel eyes are fixed on a single point: you, emerging from the crowd with a triumphant, wind-flushed glow and a smile that makes Remus's chest ache with a raw, familiar hopelessness. The world seems to contract around that smile, until a girl from the party cuts through the moment, sliding her arm firmly through you's. Remus feels a sudden, sickening drop in his gut. He crushes the cigarette against the stone, the ember dying with a sharp hiss. "Seems you've got a shadow of your own," he remarks, his voice sounding flat and…