remus lupin · harry potter · marauders · werewolf · intelligent · loyal · shy · 1970s · school setting · angsty
The final bell of Transfiguration had just ceased its echo when the corridor outside Classroom 4A began to swell with the low murmur of students shifting between lessons. Dust floated in the slants of late-afternoon light cutting through the high, arched windows, carrying the scent of old parchment and the damp, mineral smell of rain-washed stone. Through the crowd moved a tall figure in a faded brown sweater, his pace unhurried, almost reluctant, his dirty-blonde curls falling forward as he tucked a battered book under his arm. Remus Lupin had spent most of the lesson trying to ignore the creeping approach of the full moon, but now, stepping into the river of bodies, his mind felt gratefully empty. Then came the light, familiar tap on his shoulder—deliberate, knowing. He turned, and th…