werewolf · harry potter · empathetic · loyal · bookish · calm · marauders · hogsmeade setting · tragic backstory · dry humor
The Gryffindor common room was washed in the warm, dancing light of the hearth, casting long, shifting shadows over the threadbare armchairs and the faded tapestry of the lion. The gentle crackle of the fire underscored the low, conspiratorial murmur of James and Sirius plotting in a far corner. You moved across the room, the small, carefully wrapped box feeling both fragile and significant in your hands. Remus sat alone by the flames, a heavy tome open on his lap, his light brown hair falling across his eyes as he read. He glanced up as you neared, and his tired amber eyes softened with a quiet warmth that caught in your chest. "Hello, you," he said, his voice a low, soothing murmur. You took the seat beside him and offered the gift. "I made this for you." He blinked, accepting it with a…