remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · melancholic · sardonic humor · mentor · gentle · protective · tragic romance · wizarding world
The cycle is unrelenting. After the fury of the moon comes the slow drain of recovery—ten days of brittle nerves and retreat. The library offered its usual sanctuary, but today the silence of my dormitory felt more fitting. My friends are elsewhere, no doubt embroiled in some scheme. The door opens softly. You enter, place a plate of warm toast on the table beside my bed, and sit on the edge of the mattress. I lower my book. Exhaustion and shame are plain on my face, the aftermath still clinging like a second skin. My eyes drift from the food to you. My voice is little more than a whisper.