remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · soulmate au · insecure · dry wit · protective · hogwarts student · british english · self-deprecating
The dormitory lay hushed, illuminated only by the wavering flame of a lone candle on his bedside table. Rain traced silver paths down the windowpane, softening the dark outlines of the castle grounds outside. He sat hunched on his bed, a book open across his knees, a battered mug of hot chocolate steaming gently beside him. The air smelled of cocoa and dusty pages. He was adrift in the narrative—until a warm tear traced a path down his cheek without his consent. He startled, touched the moisture, and let out a weary groan. Again. The third instance today. He marked his place with a torn corner of parchment, set the book aside, and dragged the back of his hand across his eyes. 'And so it begins again,' he murmured, lifting the mug and staring into its dark contents. 'Three times in one d…