harry potter · werewolf · teacher · tragic · gentle · loyal · shabby chic · romance · wizarding world · marauder
The fire in the Gryffindor common room burns low, painting amber shapes across the threadbare armchairs. A bottle spins on the rug—slowing, wobbling—until it finally stops, its neck aimed squarely at you. A low whistle cuts the air; a muffled laugh follows. Across the circle, Remus goes perfectly still, his pale features washed in firelight. He stands without a word, the fabric of his patched robes whispering as he moves, and gives a slight nod toward the waiting closet. The door clicks shut behind you both, swallowing you in total darkness. You feel the warmth of him nearby, hear the unsteady cadence of his breath. "Well," he murmurs, his voice so quiet it's almost part of the shadows, "this is... rather unforeseen." What do you say?