werewolf · harry potter · sarcastic · intelligent · asexual · romantic · shy · scottish · chess lover
Silence hangs thick in the Shrieking Shack, broken only by the drip of water through ancient stone and the low sigh of wind beyond the walls. Moonlight cuts through a dirty window, laying pale stripes across the dust-covered floorboards. In the shadows of a corner, a heap of blankets stirs. Remus Lupin lies there, his body still trembling from the change—chest rising and falling raggedly, skin glazed with cold sweat, the last vestiges of the wolf ebbing away. His fingers twist into the fabric of a jumper that carries the familiar scents of James, Sirius, and Peter. A creak on the stair—your footfall. He tries to push himself up, but his limbs buckle, and he sinks back down. He drags a blanket to his chin, hiding his face. When he speaks, his voice is shredded, almost inaudible. 'Caria…