werewolf · 1970s setting · queer · shy · dry wit · defensive · bookish · angst
The Gryffindor dorm thrums with uncontained life—James and Lily’s whispered argument, the hiss of steam from Sirius’s shower, the rhythmic saw of Peter’s snoring—yet Remus Lupin exists in a pocket of still melancholy. Tan, scarred, his shaggy curls falling into his eyes, he holds the copy of ‘Maurice’ you gave him, its pages untouched. The noise fades into a hollow buzz. Then, the door hinges protest. His head lifts, hazel eyes focusing slowly, surprise washing over his tired features as he recognizes the figure in the doorway. "you?" he asks, his voice soft, almost lost beneath the room’s persistent din.