Well...here we are again! Thanks for reading as always, and for this and last chapter, I forgot to put in a disclaimer...so here's that:

Disclaimer: Don't own anything except Wren and...yeah. Wren's it. Same goes for the last chapter too, since I'm too lazy to go back and re-edit it again.

"Selfishly hated, No wonder you're jaded.

You can't play the victim this time,

And you're too late."

Evanescence, -Call Me When You're Sober

Remus and Tonks found Wren late through lunch, apologizing for being so long. She repeatedly told them that it was fine, all three of them with grins on their faces, each of them knowing what had transpired (Wren having guessed it easily, considering they were unconsciously holding hands, and kept glancing sideways at each other), but none would say it outright.

Glancing around, Wren saw Professor Dumbledore had Professor Slughorn engaged in what seemed to be a very interesting conversation, while Professor McGonagall was silently eating her roast duck. A few other professors Wren didn't know were also talking and eating.

Wren returned to her Ravenclaw table when it became clear that she wasn't going to get much conversation out of the two love-struck teenagers sitting across from her at the Gryffindor table. Wren caught Remus watching Tonks eat worriedly, like he was wondering about something he did.

She glanced over at them again, to see Remus whisper something in her ear. She definitely saw him form the word 'werewolf', and saw Tonks sigh exasperatedly and shake her head firmly. She smiled to herself. Remus had obviously been double and triple checking that Tonks was still okay with him being a werewolf…and Tonks obviously still didn't care.

Wren was just digging into a chicken leg when James and Sirius came streaking into the great hall, practically falling over they were laughing so hard. Wren turned all the way around in her seat, so that she was facing the Gryffindor table, and watched as the two boys collapsed on the benches between her and Remus.

"Okay…what's happened?" Remus asked, leaning on his hand.

It took a moment for either of them to reply, but they didn't have to. Severus had just swept into the great hall, and sat down at his table. He was followed by a roar of laughter from everyone in the hall, teachers excluded. Wren and Tonks didn't seem amused either. His head and shoulders were soaked, and there was a small strip of toilet paper hanging off of his shoulder. Glancing up at the others, he threw them all looks of disgust and utter loathing before starting to eat fast.

"You didn't…" Tonks said, and she didn't sound at all convinced otherwise.

"We did. That swirly and toilet papering is the handiwork of yours truly!" Sirius grinned, pointing to James and himself. "It was wonderful…we ambushed him, and levitated him upside down…" Sirius went on to describe their tormenting in vivid detail, demonstrating with an apple, pumpkin juice and spaghetti noodles.

Remus couldn't help but grin as he listened. Severus wasn't the nicest person to be around, and he'd never forget the time when he'd threatened to tell the whole school about his werewolf problem. That had been two years ago, but still…he hated him for that; for making him literally sick with worry.

Wren slowly stood from her seat and quietly made her way unnoticed from the Ravenclaw table and the others, to Severus at the Slytherin table.

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Great…what now? Severus wondered sarcastically as he heard someone sit down quietly beside him. He refused to look at them, but continued to eat his food as if no one was there. People were still snickering at him, and he felt a new wave of humiliation wash over him every time someone did so. Finally, his curiosity got the better of him, and he looked over at the person next to him. Wren… He scowled at her. "What do you want?" He stabbed the salmon on his plate angrily, imagining Potter and Black in its place.

Wren leaned forwards, "Are you okay, Severus?" She pulled off the wet paper from his shoulder and let it fall to the ground.

He turned to glare at her, "I told you, I don't want to be fucking pitied like some lost puppy! I also told you not to come near me! This is humiliating enough without being seen with you!" He snapped. Grabbing his bag, he leapt up from the table, and for the second time that day, left Wren staring after him.

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I didn't know I was so horrible to be around…Wren thought bitterly as Severus left. He could have just asked me to leave him alone…he didn't have to explode like that. She suddenly stood up, and left the hall too, heading off up the stairs and through the castle, holding back the tears that she knew were coming.

Stopping by a suit of armor that she'd passed more than a few times, she sighed. Isn't there somewhere in this place that I can be left alone in? Where I can deal with my feelings? She wondered, as she ducked out of sight from Tonks who passed down the corridor adjoining hers. Tonks was calling for her, but Wren didn't want to talk. Severus' words stung…she hadn't meant to humiliate him further, and she knew she hadn't been 'pitying' him. Seriously…all I did was ask if he was alright.

Standing up straight as Tonks disappeared, she started off towards the opposite corridor, but stopped before she'd even taken a few steps. There to her left was a door that she was sure hadn't been there the last three times she'd walked by. Curious, she opened the door and peeked inside.

It was just like something she'd imagined. There were big sofas in the room, and tins upon tins of chocolate, of every kind you could imagine. There were big pillows there, and magazines. Huge windows showed the grounds outside, even though she knew perfectly well that she was somewhere deep inside the castle. Sitting down on one of the couches, she ate a bit of chocolate, and let the tears come. Eventually, she fell asleep hugging one of the big cushions.

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He threw the book across the table in frustration. Nothing would be able to distract him from thinking about Wren. I'm such an asshole… Severus thought, picking up the book and ramming it back onto the shelf. After smacking himself on the head a few times, he picked up his bag and left the library. I'll find her at dinner, and apologize, even if it means sitting by Potter and his wonderful gang.

But Wren didn't come down to dinner. He watched and waited, keeping his eyes fixed so much on the doors that he spilled half of his food down him and had to constantly use a charm to wipe his robes clean again.

Finally, he left, rushing up the stairs two at a time. There was only one other place he could think of that she might be.

Hmm...

I wish I had a Room of Requirement.