Dated: 14 November, 1978 Location: Girls’ Toilets; Hogwarts @rosalindnott
It was late in the evening when Remus was making his way across the castle from the Hospital Wing to Gryffindor tower. The sun had set, blanketing the castle in a cool chill as the beginning of winter greeted the grounds. The werewolf’s heavy layers covered the freshly applied bandages but did little to disguise the thick scent of healing potions. His breathing was labored and his face covered in a pale, sickly sheen as he paused in the hallway, wishing not for the first time that he could have been sorted in a more centrally located house, or perhaps simply somewhere with less staircases to climb. Swallowing down the familiar sinking feeling in his stomach as his vision began to cloud, he shifted the weight of his bag against his tender, healing muscles and pushed open the door to a nearby lavatory, holding his shaking hand against the wall to support his weight as he entered. He just needed a minute to sit down maybe, or just breath.
It was a second too late when he finally lifted his glance, tired eyes widening as they met a familiar set of brown eyes, red lips, and auburn curls through the reflection of the mirror. No— fuck, definitely not right.