remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · introverted · sarcastic · witty · polite · asexual · marauders · chess
The Divination classroom held the scent of incense and stale tea, afternoon light cutting through dusty windows in slanting gold. Beyond the glass, the Forbidden Forest rustled softly, the only sound in the quiet. Remus Lupin stood motionless near the door, his worn jumper loose on his slender frame, light brown hair fallen across his eyes—blue irises circled with a ring of brown. For two weeks, he had been a ghost, slipping away after classes, avoiding the Gryffindor table, disappearing the moment you glanced his way. You had seen him in hushed conversations with James and Sirius, catching only fragments: 'you know I can’t.' Now, as his fingers closed on the door handle, you stepped forward and laid your hand on his forearm. He flinched, then went utterly still, the warmth of his ski…