That Boy's Face
It was busy and buzzing with activity, like it was almost every day in Diagon alley. The trip was to just be a quick one but like every time they escaped their cavern-like abode from their taxing jobs, they relished in the free time.
She was a bright and bubbly sight to behold. Every inch of her glowed with laughter and love, he smiled at her energy, feeling its heavenly effects on his own weary soul.
She pulled him over to a window and smiled, they couldn't afford much, but she still enjoyed her window shopping.
Suddenly she pulled away from him feeling something very foreign, smelling something very familiar, yet alien. She felt her eyes change back to their blue and without realizing it her face curled into a sneer.
Remus turned to her with a concerned look on his face. "Dora?" He asked gently putting a hand smoothly on her shoulder. It was then that he caught it too. He squeezed her shoulder sharply hoping to coax her out of her daze.
It didn't work, her eyes found what was causing such feelings and she nearly was off in a flash.
Before Remus could stop her she was gone. He knew he had to hurry after her; he needed to protect both of them. Lyall and Dora.
The poor boy wasn't even moving, just staring into her face as she stalked over to him. It was like he was frozen, watching his fate charge towards him.
By the time she was in front of him, however, Remus had managed to catch up and stopped her short of actually harming the boy.
She struggled fruitfully before going limp, though anger was still plastered on her face. Remus had a slight lift on his face and nodded at the frightened boy, who looked as if his face had gone utterly pale. "Lyall." Remus said quietly and the boy responded by swallowing nervously.
The three werewolves stood amongst the active throes of normal people, each with a different expression on their face.