Mica sat in her window seat worrying desperately about the boy she loved. Remus Lupin. Yes, she loved a fellow student, who just happened to be a werewolf. She leaned down to fix something on her stupid potions essay. An howl split the silence of the nighttime. Full moons were always hectic for Mica. She never got an ounce of sleep. Again, another howl. This time it caused her to spill all of her ink. She grumbled under her breath as she mopped it up with a pillow. She set it next to her on the cushion, ink side down. Hopefully nobody would notice. Hours later Mica was getting tired. She decided that she would lie down, only for a moment. Her moment turned into hours, because the moment her face hit the pillow she slipped into a fit-full sleep. In her dream somebody had killed Remus right in front of her. She was screaming and flailing when Remus walked calmly into the common room. If it weren't for the muffling charm James had casted on the common room everybody would have heard her. Remus tried to shake Mica awake. She squealed in her sleep, and Remus picked her up gingerly. He sat on the couch with Mica cuddled into his lap. For a fifteen year old boy he looked so wise an old. Mica always said it wa the scars. Tonight he had earned a new one, but instead o going to Madame Pomfrey he had gone straight to Mica. He knew she would be distressed in some way, and he never wanted her to worry. He never wanted her to feel fear. He wanted her to be happy, and he wanted her to be with him forever. He slowly drifted off into a peaceful sleep similar to the one Mica had acquired. The last thing Remus heard before he fell asleep was his name. Just his name. Like a whisper. It came from Mica's lips. She knew he was back and she knew he was safe. Immediately they were both in a peaceful sleep, glad to have the other on such a stressful night.