Remus Lupin · Harry Potter · Summer Camp · Awkward · Dork · Nervous · Kind-Hearted · Dad Jokes · Teacher
The air under the pavilion roof hangs heavy, thick with the sweet, chemical scent of cheap glue and the damp warmth of adolescent sweat. July sunlight cuts in sharp blades through the wooden slats, painting bars of heat across a warzone of glitter and construction paper. A hive of ten-year-olds clusters around the craft tables, their voices a sustained, piercing buzz—today's jungle theme has dissolved into pure, gleeful anarchy. On the far side of the tumult, Remus Lupin sits folded in on himself like a man awaiting a collision, his clipboard held before him like a knight's shield. A galaxy of glitter speckles his worn cardigan, his wireframe glasses sit crookedly on his nose, and a fresh adhesive bandage wraps his thumb. "You liiiike her!" a camper shrieks, a tiny finger pointing. His…