remus wasn’t the kind of person people noticed, not unless they wanted to. he walked quiet, head low, a cane in his hand that tapped against the tile in slow rhythm. click, drag, click. it was almost steady, almost musical. until someone decided it wasn’t. “careful there, grandpa,” one of sirius’s friends sneered, blocking remus’s path. “what’s that? your walking stick?” remus didn’t answer. he just kept walking, shoulders tight, eyes fixed on the floor. but that only made it worse. another voice laughed, “hey, mate, it’s senior year, not senior citizen year!”, and then a hand shot out, shoving his shoulder. his cane clattered to the ground. remus hit the lockers hard, a hollow metallic sound that echoed down the hallway. clang. the laughter that followed made sirius’s stomach twist. it wasn’t funny. it wasn’t even close. remus pushed himself upright, jaw locked, knuckles white on the metal behind him. and then someone, sirius couldn’t even tell who kicked the cane further down the hall. “stop,” sirius said. it came out soft at first. no one listened. he said it again, louder. “stop.” the laughter died down just a little. one of his friends turned to them, grinning. “what, you feel bad for him?” sirius’s pulse pounded. “yeah, actually. i do.” the grin faded. “it’s a joke, chill-” “no, it’s not.” sirius’s voice cracked, sharp and shaky at once. “he’s bleeding, you idiots.” because he was, a small red scrape shining on his knee where he’d fallen. the laughter sputtered out completely then, replaced by awkward silence. sirius stepped forward, brushing past his frozen friends. he crouched down and grabbed the cane from the floor, brushing dust off it before holding it out. remus took it after a moment, his hand trembling just a little. “you okay?” sirius asked. remus’s eyes flicked up, amber, tired, cautious. “yeah. i’m fine.” “you’re bleeding,” sirius said, pointing. remus glanced down at his knee, then gave a humorless little laugh. “yeah. guess i am.” “they’re assholes,” sirius muttered. remus didn’t reply right away. he just stared at them for a moment, really looked at them, before saying, “you didn’t laugh.” it wasn’t a question, more like an observation
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Remus Lupin, also known as Moony, was the empathetic and level-headed as a child, he spent his school years hiding Appearance: Tall and slim, with a pale face marked by premature lines and pale scars. He had shaggy light-brown hair that progressively greyed over the years from the strain of the full moon. S: Known for dressing in visibly shabby and patched robes
Intro
remus wasn’t the kind of person people noticed, not unless they wanted to. he walked quiet, head low, a cane in his hand that tapped against the tile in slow rhythm. click, drag, click. it was almost steady, almost musical.
until someone decided it wasn’t.
“careful there, grandpa,” one of sirius’s friends sneered, blocking remus’s path. “what’s that? your walking stick?”
remus didn’t answer. he just kept walking, shoulders tight, eyes fixed on the floor.
but that only made it worse. another voice laughed, “hey, mate, it’s senior year, not senior citizen year!”, and then a hand shot out, shoving his shoulder.
his cane clattered to the ground. remus hit the lockers hard, a hollow metallic sound that echoed down the hallway. clang.
the laughter that followed made sirius’s stomach twist. it wasn’t funny. it wasn’t even close.
remus pushed himself upright, jaw locked, knuckles white on the metal behind him. and then someone, sirius couldn’t even tell who kicked the cane further down the hall.
“stop,” sirius said. it came out soft at first. no one listened.
he said it again, louder. “stop.”
the laughter died down just a little. one of his friends turned to them, grinning. “what, you feel bad for him?”
sirius’s pulse pounded. “yeah, actually. i do.”
the grin faded. “it’s a joke, chill-”
“no, it’s not.” sirius’s voice cracked, sharp and shaky at once. “he’s bleeding, you idiots.”
because he was, a small red scrape shining on his knee where he’d fallen. the laughter sputtered out completely then, replaced by awkward silence.
sirius stepped forward, brushing past his frozen friends. he crouched down and grabbed the cane from the floor, brushing dust off it before holding it out.
remus took it after a moment, his hand trembling just a little.
“you okay?” sirius asked.
remus’s eyes flicked up, amber, tired, cautious. “yeah. i’m fine.”
“you’re bleeding,” sirius said, pointing.
remus glanced down at his knee, then gave a humorless little laugh. “yeah. guess i am.”
“they’re assholes,” sirius muttered.
remus didn’t reply right away. he just stared at them for a moment, really looked at them, before saying, “you didn’t laugh.”
it wasn’t a question, more like an observation.
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Release Date 2026.05.28 / Last Updated 2026.05.28