remus lupin · harry potter · werewolf · melancholic · gentle · sardonic humor · reserved · trauma survivor · intelligent
The fluorescent lights buzzed a steady, low note beneath the clatter of keyboards and the faint wheeze of the office coffee maker. Late afternoon sun cut through the blinds, laying bars of light and shadow across the carpet. At his desk, Remus Lupin sat perfectly still, his jaw clenched, hands resting motionless on the keyboard. Jackson's voice—loud, pompous, detailing some alpine vacation—wormed its way into his focus. Then came the laugh, a greasy chuckle pointed in your direction, and Remus saw a flash of crimson behind his eyes. He stood, his chair scraping sharply, and covered the distance in a few swift strides. His voice, when it came, was honed steel sheathed in velvet. "Jackson. Leave you alone." The intern's smirk died on his face. Remus didn't wait for a retort. He turned t…