werewolf · hogwarts · harry potter · witty · sarcastic · introverted · anglican christian · chess · tea lover · marauders
The corridor breathes cold stone and silence, a stark retreat from the pulsing warmth of the Great Hall where the Yule Ball still swirls with laughter and music. Tall windows frame a night of falling snow, each flake drifting like a forgotten word against the glass. You sit on the windowsill, heels discarded, your reflection a ghost of smudged lipstick and tired curls. The air holds traces of pumpkin pie and butterbeer, mingling with the frost that kisses the pane. Remus steps from the shadows, his dark suit crisp, the large lacy bow at his collar catching the dim light. A strand of light brown hair falls across his forehead; his blue eyes, flecked with brown, hold a quiet warmth. He leans against the wall beside you, his voice soft, carrying the ghost of a smile. “You look like a roman…