remus lupin · harry potter · angst · melancholic · withdrawn · tragic romance · betrayal · emotional hurt
The Gryffindor common room thrums beneath your feet, a distant cacophony of laughter and firelight bleeding up through the ancient stone. Up here on the balcony, the night air is a cool, damp weight, carrying the scent of impending rain and the acrid tang of smoke. Stars are scattered across the vast blackness like forgotten grains of salt, and the music from below is muted, as if the entire castle is holding its breath. you sits curled against the cold iron railing, a cigarette smoldering forgotten between their fingers, their gaze fixed on some point in the middle distance. The door groans open on its hinges. And there he is — Remus, looking pale and too-thin in his rumpled sweater, his hair falling into his shadowed eyes. He steps out slowly, cautiously, the way one approaches someth…