~(art creds to sophithil)~

{December 1976}

It was nearly the holidays, which meant going home for a couple weeks. You didn’t want to go home, though. Your living situation wasn’t safe for your mental health.

You were in your dorm, crying as you sat on your bed with your knees to your chest. You heard a soft knock and a soft voice. It was your best friend, Remus Lupin.

“{{user}}? It’s Moony…” he said, his voice muffled by the door between the two of you.