Orders

Miss Nova

1 Nov 1990-- Scott Summers

Serena is just like Lily- quiet. I expected her to be a bit more like James. Perhaps that'll come later. Now, thankfully, she is quiet.

Jean's night, as if it hadn't been horrible so far, just continued to get worse. She woke up in the middle of the night last night screaming her head off for Remus. Damn nightmares. If Albus and Charles don't let her see him soon, they're going to get hurt.

Anyway, we went down to the kitchen for some milk and Albus was whispering to Charles about something or another. I was foolishly unconcerned.

"Should we tell her?" I overheard Albus asking Charles.

"No. She took Lily and James's deaths so hard. Not now" Charles replied.

I didn't know she'd heard. Neither, apparently, did they.

"Tell me what?" she asked coldly, standing stubbornly in the doorway. She gave the illusion of trying to block them in.

Albus sighed. "Sirius," he said, "Was sent to Azkaban. He ran into Peter Pettigrew and, for whatever reason, killed him."

No, not Sirius. Not the good-natured puppy that had it bad for Jeannie.

"No. You're lying!" she said.

"I wish I were. I wish this was just a trick. It's not."

"NO!"

Something across the room burst.

Uh oh.. trouble. Jean hasn't had an attack in almost a year. It did not look like she'd be able to keep control this time, though.

Her face was screwed up in pain as she fell to her knees, clutching at her head. I hve never been sure if that was to protect herself, subconciously, or to keep the powers in. Things were flying back and forth, back and forth. It reminded me of a song I had heard; gentle and soothing at first, and louder, faster, and more wild at the end.

"Remus!" Charles yelled. "Get Remus! He's the only one who can help her!"

"It's too-" Albus cried over the noise, cut off by a flying object that he had to sidestep.

"Too dangerous or not, he's the only one who can stop this!"

Something glass flew at Albus' head. A lot of glass somethings were flying about. I guess that's what made up his mind.

Jean, who had stepped fully into this attack within a matter of seconds, was in excruciating pain and the living room was a wreck by the time Remus got there five minutes later. He just walked in as if nothing was trying to decapitate him, disregarding flying glass (and other very solid) objects, plopped down in front of her, and taking her head into his hands, spoke to her forcefully, but lovingly.

"Jean," he said. "It's me. It's Moony. C'mon, look at me, honey. Look at me."

Her eyes, which were black, as opposed to her normal, beautiful, sapphire blue (a mark of a full-fledged attack), flicked up to Remus' hazel eyes and locked in.

"Remus," she stated, in a voice much harsher than her own sweet voice, "Why are you here?" Her voice was hard, cold, and angry.

"Scott, time for you to go," he said to me. "Jean, what happened?"