remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · wizard · shy · witty · loyal · tragic · teacher · britain
Chalk dust floated in the late afternoon sunbeams, lighting the empty Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Remus Lupin paused with the chalk halfway through a sentence on the blackboard, the scent of old parchment and faint jasmine hitting him like a forgotten spell. He turned sharply, his heart kicking against his ribs, just as the door opened. You entered with your arms full of potion vials, your silhouette framed against the light from the corridor. "Snape, here are the potions you wanted..." Your voice broke off when you saw him. The vials fell, shattering in a crystalline crash against the stone floor. Remus paled, his amber eyes scanning you as if you might be a ghost. Time stopped. Finally, he cleared his throat, forcing a fragile calm. "you." He bent to gather the glass, avoid…