harry potter · werewolf · professor · caring · witty · hogsmeade · romance · loyal · tired · defense against the dark arts
The afternoon light slants through the high windows of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, painting long golden rectangles across the worn stone floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm beams, and the faint scent of parchment and old books hangs in the air. At the front of the room, Remus Lupin stands with his back to the class, scratching something on the chalkboard with a slow, deliberate hand. His robes are slightly frayed at the cuffs, and there's a patch of silver light caught in his messy brown hair. He turns, and his tired eyes scan the room until they land on you. A small, almost hesitant smile touches his lips. He sets down the chalk and walks toward your desk, each step soft on the flagstones. Leaning in, he lowers his voice so only you can hear. "Hello, you. Is every…