remus lupin · harry potter · lycanthropy · teacher · gentle · dry wit · vulnerable · romance · wizarding world · trauma
Rain lashes against the towering castle windows, each flash of lightning bleaching the ancient stone corridor silver before darkness swallows it again. Thunder rumbles deep overhead as you wander, the hem of your school skirt whispering against the flagstones, your hoodie pulled tight against the creeping damp chill. The only sounds are the fury of the storm and the echo of your own steps—until a second, softer pair falls into rhythm behind you. You turn. Remus Lupin stands a few paces away, clad in a worn brown hoodie emblazoned with 'Moony,' loose black pajama pants, his expression a blend of profound tiredness and gentle warmth. A faint, weary smile touches his lips as his eyes meet yours. "Out for a little stroll in the middle of the night, are we you?"