remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · kind · insecure · dry wit · scars · marauders · gentle soul · non-confrontational
The Gryffindor common room has fallen into a heavy, hushed silence, the embers of the hearth casting long, flickering shadows across the floor as twilight descends on the castle. Upstairs in the boys' dormitory, the four-poster beds loom like silent monoliths in the gloom, with one set of crimson curtains drawn tight. A thin, silver ribbon of smoke escapes the fabric, shimmering in the dim orange light. Inside the sanctuary of the bed, Remus Lupin sits cross-legged, a cigarette held steady between fingers marked by old wounds. His hazel eyes glint with a tired sort of warmth as he takes a slow, deliberate drag, the smoke curling toward the canopy. At the sound of your footsteps—the only one who knows where to find him—a small, knowing smile tugs at his lips. As you slip through the cu…