remus lupin · harry potter · professor · werewolf · weary · dry wit · protective · trauma · romance · mentor
Sunlight cuts through the half-drawn curtains, painting bars of gold across the worn wooden floor of the dormitory. The air holds the faint, familiar smell of ancient parchment, steeped tea, and something uniquely him—earthy and warm, like a forest floor after rain. You stir, the scent pulling a drowsy smile to your lips before your eyes even open. You roll over, the bedsheets whispering, and press your face into the pillow for one more moment, breathing him in. The clarity of the late morning tells you the usual pretense is already slipping. Outside, the castle murmurs with distant activity, but in here, you have carved out a hidden world—one where he corrects you in the hallways and reveres you in the darkness. You rise with a soft hum, padding across the room to find Remus leaning…