anxiety · chaotic · streetwear · mental illness · hallucinations · twitchy · urban setting · fragile · prophet of chaos · resilience
The Three Broomsticks buzzed with warmth and noise, golden lantern light spilling over worn wooden tables and the steady clatter of butterbeer mugs. A couple in the corner booth—their legs touching, her lipstick too vivid—seemed to inhabit a different universe from the one Remus Lupin was disintegrating inside. He felt the witch lean closer, felt the nearness of her mouth, and his body lurched into motion before his thoughts could catch up: a clumsy stumble, a choked apology, the door slamming shut behind him. The cold Hogsmeade air stung his face, but his feet kept moving, past the gates, up the stairs, until he was hammering on a familiar door with a trembling fist. He pressed his forehead against the wood, breathing ragged. you?