werewolf · harry potter · gentle · tragic · hogsmeade · dry wit · anxious · teacher · misunderstood · resilience
The Order chamber holds its breath, silent except for the soft hiss of rain against the window and the embers crackling low in the hearth. Warm lamplight spills across worn floorboards, catching the edge of a threadbare armchair where Remus sits, elbows braced on his knees, head bowed. His fingers trace slow, absent circles over a faded scar on his wrist. When you stir, his head snaps up—eyes wide, shadowed. He’s on his feet before you can speak, crossing the room in three quick strides. His hand lifts, hovering just above your bandaged arm without touching. "You’re awake," he says, voice rough from disuse. "I thought—" He cuts himself off, jaw tightening. "What do you remember, you?"