Lyra was barely able to pay attention during potions class, and that was odd for her, considering she normally loved her God Father's class. With everything he'd told her about what happened here last year, it almost had her crying. All the things that had happened to her new/old group of friends from the year before seemed horrible. Adding the finishing touches to her potion, she leaned against Draco just a bit, needing support from the spoiled prat for once. It was hard to keep her face blank these days, having gotten too used to letting herself show all of her emotions.
The young Slytherin boy just looked at her with a bit of a confused expression, as if her being this close was odd. The young girl looked up, and her eyes narrowed at his expression.
"Shut it, Malfoy," she nearly growled before she sat back up properly, getting odd looks from Blaise and Kimmy. Stirring her cauldron carefully, she shook her head, a few dark locks falling into her face. It was getting to the point that she just needed her break down, or something inside of her mind and heart could shatter.
Once the potion was finished, she got a vial of it, and walked up to Snape's desk, putting it in the vial holder with a very slight smile. The man at the desk looked up, and nodded his head slightly. "Very good, Ms. De'Larsha. You may leave now," he said before looking back to the papers on his desk.
Rather than leave, she took a seat next to his desk and crossed one leg over the other, flicking her wand so all of her supplies started to pack and clean themselves up. Closing her eyes, she listened to the noises of the potion's classroom. People were starting to pack up and put their potions away, and Kimmy was the first one after her to finish. The girl walked over to her, and very slowly, Lyra opened her pale blue eyes to glance up at her fellow Slytherin, arching a brow in inquiry.
"Studying in about an hour in the library, right? Over Charms, not like you need it," she said the last bit in her affectionate sarcastic manner. Everyone that knew Lyra knew that she despised charms, at least the ones they were learning lately.
A chuckle left her lips and she nodded her head in silence. Before Kimmy could comment on the silence though, the black haired girl cleared her throat a bit and finally spoke.
"I'll be there, Kimmy. No worries. I just have to talk to my God Father for a bit before I meet up with you. More things about when I left," she said lightly and shrugged her shoulders. Part of her hoped that Kimmy would listen, because then the secrecy could end, and part of her hoped she never would. It was hard to think that anyone could ever understand what she was going through. Having a double life was one thing, but having that double life in two completely different time periods had to be new somewhere, if not just new all together.
The brunette nodded her head before she went and gathered her things, appearing to have slipped out of the dungeon classroom. As the rest of the class started to file out, Lyra stood up and walked towards Snape's office. Glancing over her shoulder, she saw him glance up, and let out a sigh of mild agitation. The appearances that the two of them had to keep up were something he was used to, but Lyra was readjusting, and this scenario just seemed as if she might plead for better grades. Then again, Lyra was an exceptional potion maker, not as good as Kimmy by a long shot, but still, exceptional.
Before Lyra reached the door to the office, a kitten darted over and started weaving around her legs and mewling for attention. Scooping up the small little kitten, she walked into the office with her head held high, before she let herself sink into a seat. Leaning over, her hair dropped into her face as she took in a deep breath. All of this was starting to tear at her, and before Snape even made it into the office, a few tears rolled down the girl's cheeks. Tears were so uncommon to her, that the fact she had cried twice in the span of a few weeks was odd indeed. The icy heart that she once prized herself in possessing, was slowly melting due to the warmth it was being shown.
As soon as the door was closed she looked up, a few tears already on her pale cheeks as she smiled weakly at her God Father. "…..I need to talk to you…..I have to share….to have a break down…..or I won't be able to function anymore….it's too much to bear alone," she said quietly, sniffling just a bit as she did so.
With a loud sigh, the Potions Master moved around to sit at his desk, procuring a box of tissues to put on the desk between them. Tears were something that Snape was not accustomed or used to dealing with. If this was anyone but Lyra he more than likely would have sneered and pointed out the tears as a sign of weakness. Thinking back to his own past though, he shuddered. Tears, however annoying and bothersome they could be, were not a show of weakness. On the contrary, they were a sign you were still strong enough to feel.
Giving a very curt nod, he leaned back into his chair. "Then go ahead, Ly let out whatever you need to let out," he said calmly, moving a bit of his hair out of his face.
Needing no further prompting, she shook her head and started to tug lightly on a dark strand of her hair. "….It isn't fair, Uncle Sev, it isn't fair at all. Lily and James didn't deserve what happened….they were so kind and sweet. They were loyal and brave and just wanted to protect their son….their family…..and poor Remus….poor poor Remus. He's judged so harshly on what he is, it isn't his fault, it's all Greyback's fault!" she exclaimed, her voice rising as tears rolled down her face. Taking a tissue she held it in her hand, but didn't use it just yet. It would be in vain, knowing that more tears were going to pour down her face before long. She was starting to get to the heart of the problem, her heart. "….And to be run off, out of the only job that he was accepted, where he excelled according to all the things I heard, only because of the fact that he's a werewolf. So what he's a werewolf!" She nearly shouted, getting up to pace throughout the room.
Severus Snape was struck dumb by the small girl that was defending the friends she had made on that trip to the past. He couldn't believe it. Part of him could even know where she was coming from. She had made his third year more bearable if he looked back to how she altered it in his memory. The years after were still tainted with the hatred he had for them though, and before he could open his mouth to voice that disdain, she started talking once again.
"And then Sirius…..he was framed! He was framed, he didn't do it, and he would never have betrayed James or Lily, ever. Never! Yes he was a jerk at times and full of himself, but he was kind. He just acted out, I think, to get the attention he wanted…..and Peter….," she trailed off, her eyes growing cold as she shook her head, hands curling into fists that caused her nails to dig into the flesh of her hands. Trying to keep calm so she didn't scream this last bit was difficult, considering after what she found out, that the cute little boy she thought was so sweet and loyal, was nothing but what his animagus form was. A rat.
The more she thought, the more she trembled from anger. Wiping the tears from her face, her voice sounded almost like a hiss. "….He betrayed them….he'sss the reassson that Jamesss and Lily died…..he isss nothing but a rat!" She snarled, clearly having to work at not falling into Parseltongue at the moment. It was taking all of her self control. Fidgeting where she stood, she almost started pacing in the office again. Looking at the door, she contemplated leaving right that moment, but then looked back at her God Father. That was only part of the problem, all of these emotions. Choice was her other problem. Choice was something she wished she didn't have at the moment, she wished she had someone telling her what she had to do, or could not do at all.
"….What am I supposed to do? How can I choose between my friends and my family? Syrie needs me….but Remus…..Sirius…..Lily….James…." she trails off, and sinks back down into the chair completely. Lightly tugging at her hair, she started to cry openly. Curling up in the chair, she trembled in a mix of confusion, rage, and sorrow. In this time period, she was too late for two people on her list, but the other two could still be helped.
Outside of the room however, the brunette potions expert was leaning in against the door. Her bag was over her shoulder and she had her ear pressed to the door. At first she thought she had understood what Lyra was talking about, but now she was completely confused. How could her best friend ever have known those people? If she had been in Hogwarts last year, she would have believed it, but now? The curiosity that kept welling up inside of her was just starting to overflow, and it took her own self control not to barge into her Head of House's office to try and get them both to tell her what in the name of Merlin was going on. Not like they'd tell, though…..now that she thought on it.
Quickly and silently, Kimmy started to gather the ingredients that she would need to make the truth serum, which was the only conceivable way she could ever get straight answers out of Lyra at this rate. If she was lucky that was. The few times she had tried to do so when her curiosity was merely a mild one, she kept getting her at the wrong times. That or she'd get it in a drink, only to have the person not take a single sip from it. That's how it worked though; it was about timing and stealth, to things that Kimmy was glad she was good at.
Finally, Lyra wiped away the last of her tears and shook her head, taking in a few deep breaths. "….Thank you. I just…." She trailed off once again and Snape gave a small smile, before he got up and walked around to his god daughter. Hugging her gently, he shook his head.
"I know…..I know how it is. If you remember….I lost Lily too," he murmured quietly, a bit of sadness creeping into his own voice as he thought about the only woman he had come to love. Clearing his throat, the composure that was normally on Severus Snape's face was back in place, and he patted her shoulder lightly. "Don't you have some studying to do with ? Go get to it, before she gets even more suspicious than she already is," he said, only half joking. Both of them knew that that woman was devious, cunning, and many of the qualities it took to be a true Slytherin at the core.
With a weak smile, she stood up and trashed the tissues she had used, grabbing her bag off the floor. Putting the light bag over her shoulder and opened the door to the office to let out her kitten ahead of her. The small cat let out a mewl, and then ran ahead of her owner and out of the door of the potions class room. Looking over her shoulder at Snape, she wiggled her fingers in a wave goodbye, and then almost ran into Kimmy.
Blinking rapidly, she raised a brow at her friend. "….Forget something, Greengrass?" She asked in her normal sharp and snarky manner, one hand moving to rest on her hip. If her eyes were not watery still, this effect might have even been enough to get her best friend off of her back for a little while.
"…Yeah. I did, ready to go study?" She asked with a kind smile, looking over at Snape before she looked back over at Lyra again, lightly tugging on her arm.
No more urging was needed, and Lyra started out of the dungeons with her friend. Rolling her shoulders she started to relax a bit, until they were out of Severus's ear shot however. Her friend glanced over at her, and raised a brow. In that moment, Lyra knew that Kimmy at least heard part of it. The young Slytherin's heartbeat escalated, and a bit of fear coursed through her. If it had been anyone but Kimmy, she might have resorted to Muggle fighting.
"…What?" Lyra asked lightly, and started fiddling with the locket around her neck. Her old Slytherin one was in a trunk back in the dormitories, the one she got from James was around her neck. No one really noticed the difference though, because no one ever looked close enough at it to ever tell.
"Why were you crying about Sirius and Remus? You didn't even meet them….or James and Lily….and Peter? Come on, Ly. Tell me something. Sirius Black is a criminal, and Peter is dead," she said sharply, crossing her arms over her chest in a "if you don't tell me I'll find out somehow" manner.
A slight twitch came to Lyra's features at that, and she looked at her friend, shaking her head. "…..Black was framed. I know it…..and Pettigrew isn't dead…..he's a vile little git, that's what he is," she almost hissed. Taking in a deep breath, she ran her hand through her hair, but then a thought came to mind, and she smirked, pulling her friend close. "….I'll make this up to you though…..I have a plan for doing something crazy. I mean psychotic crazy, illegal crazy; if we get caught we could get expelled crazy. So…you in?" She asked.
Watching as different emotions and thoughts warred for dominance in Kimmy's face; she had to hold back a laugh. A challenge at something that fun would distract her for now, but it wouldn't work forever, not for a long shot. She'd be incredibly lucky if this kept her occupied for a few hours.
The interest and curiosity finally won out for Kimmy's primary emotion. "….Alright. You hooked me. What do you have cooked up, De'Larsha?' She asked, a bit of a grin curving her lips.
"Well…we're going to become animagus'." She said confidentially, and started up the staircase ahead of her friend. Kimmy stood behind her, staring with slightly wide eyes before she took off after her.
"What?" She asked sharply, catching up to her friend as Lyra laughed. The next few weeks were going to be amusing…..and she had the feeling the truth serum threat was going to be more so in the next few weeks. Lovely. Draco was trying all her drinks before she had them.