Disclaimer: I only own Rowena.
A few weeks had passed in the house of Black, and the three were quite happy and content. Remus's doubts seemed to have withdrawn from his mind, and he became his calm, carefree self. Sirius was no longer so despondent and reminded Rowena so much of the Sirius at Hogwarts, pulling pranks and laughing with friends. As for Rowena, she regained the charisma and child-like glee from before she left for Nepal. They acted like they were teenagers again. Things went smoothly.
However, Rowena's dreams started becoming more vivid, and her feelings from her dreams started transferring to present life. She became much more emotional, which could be good, but then could take her through many extreme emotions in a short period of time. Her ways in Nepal had taught her to keep herself cool and composed, but she was unable. Her dreams often turned to Sirius, and her feelings about him at the time. She found it to be a nightmare that her feelings about him in her dreams were now showing up while she greeted him in the morning, or cooked them dinner. . .
"Honestly!", she thought to herself, "Get yourself together! You can't afford to be like this. It's just Sirius Black. . . just your old friend. Come on, stop this!"
But the fact that he was "just Sirius Black" made her go mad. He was everything put into one person. She hoped that the feeling indeed would pass, and that with more mature dreams, this feeling would go away, and she would see him as just Sirius, not as this handsome, daring, good-hearted, and keen person she was thinking about.
Rowena walked down-stairs and saw Sirius was making breakfast today. She grinned. This was an unlikely seen, and he must be very happy about something. She walked towards him silently, overlooking the eggs he was making and the sausage as well.
"Good morning.", Sirius said coolly, shooting her grin.
"How are you? You seem very pleased with yourself."
Sirius just smiled to himself.
"What?! What is it?!", Rowena asked in frustration.
"Nothing! I'm just in a good mood, that is all."
Remus suddenly ran down the steps, excitedly. He eyed Rowena and looked like he was about to laugh out loud, but stifled it. She ran into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. She looked normal, in fact, better than normal. So what were they laughing at?
She dragged Remus up the stairs and into her room. She was angry, annoyed. . . how dare they not tell her what's going on! And with a quick scowl at Remus, she asked him sternly,
"What are you both laughing at?"
Remus eyed her warily with a small mischievous grin, and he replied,
"Are you sure you want to know?"
"Yes! Otherwise I'll go mad not knowing!"
Remus was trying not to laugh, and his eyes glittered with this hidden knowledge.
"Well. . . when you were sleeping last night, you must've been dreaming, because Sirius and I heard you talking. And when we walked in, you were tossing and turning and. . . you were calling out for Sirius."
"So? I might've been scared or something."
Remus sighed.
"Oh no, you weren't scared. You sounded like you. . . wanted him. . . you know."
Rowena gasped, and her jaw dropped. This was the last straw. She suddenly remembered her dream. She was looking out the window of Gryffindor common room, and she saw Sirius with another girl on the Quidditch Pitch, a blonde Ravenclaw, named Bebe. She loathed Bebe. Bebe practically threw herself at Sirius, and this often made Rowena clutch her wand. She was calling for Sirius to come back and, she guessed, forget Bebe's existence.
Rowena's eyes suddenly glittered in brown malice. She glared at Remus and sat on the bed, feeling sick to her stomach. This was pure embarrassment, and made her feel like she, Remus, and Sirius were in Fifth year again.
"You're so immature, Remus!"
"Well it was sort of funny. I mean, you never showed any of that type of stuff towards anyone, especially Sirius. So it was like catching you red- handed. Mind you, we didn't laugh that much. Sirius was pleased that you showed some interest in him. He was starting to worry about you."
"That's an awful thing to say!"
"If I hear Sirius talking in his sleep, I'll call you, ok?"
She rolled her eyes. All of a sudden, two grown men had taken decades off their life. It was like they were just out of Hogwarts and they were rooming together.
Rowena was relieved to hear someone knocking at the door of the House of Black, only to realize that Sirius, who was supposed to be dead, was downstairs, waiting to be exposed.
Remus and Rowena ran down the stairs, finding Sirius sitting down to eat. As he picked up his fork, Rowena grabbed his arm and pulled him up the stairs, just as she did with Remus minutes earlier, and threw him on his bed.
"I didn't know you wanted this so bad, Rowena dear.", Sirius said with yet another grin.
She shot him a look of pure rage and spat, "Stay here! Don't make a sound!"
She ran down the steps, Remus in front of her, and he opened the door.
In all his greasy-haired, hook-nosed glory stood Severus Snape.
Remus said, with the most professional voice,
"Hello, Severus. What brings you here?"
"Lupin, I'm here to give Ms. Flintwood a message from Dumbledore. Care to move out of my way?"
Rowena heard this and ran to the couch, out of Snape's view.
Remus coolly moved to the side, looking at Snape like he was some foreign matter. Snape briskly walked to the couch, where Rowena pretended to be reading a magazine on broomsticks. She looked up, and saw Snape's eyes less cold than before.
She stood quickly, "Hello, Severus. How've you been?"
He answered lazily, though his face gave him away. He was surprised and pleased to see her.
"Not much has changed. I am the Potions professor at Hogwarts. I have been in the Order for some time. Dumbledore wants to inform you of when the meetings are." He handed her an envelope.
She smiled, "Ah. Is that all?"
"Also, Dumbledore wants you to come up to the school sometime in the morning tomorrow. He needs to talk to you. And he asked me to accompany you tomorrow. Be ready at nine o'clock sharp."
She nodded, still smiling. At least SOMEONE could be mature.
Snape added, as an afterthought, "How was Nepal?"
"It was fine, Severus."
For a few minutes they didn't speak. Snape just kept staring at her, and she daringly stared back. What was he looking for? She wasn't hiding anything. . . except her friend in a bedroom upstairs, who was supposedly dead.
"I can't waste any more time, Rowena. Make sure you are not ready any later than nine o'clock."
She nodded and opened the door. Snape walked out, a little flustered.
Rowena looked to Remus, who was trying not to laugh, but merely listened as Sirius ran down the stairs, saying,
"I hope Snivellus doesn't drool over you next time he sees you."
Sirius did not even say this good-naturedly. His face was sour and pale, his eyes glowering, and his body stiff. He was annoyed.
Rowena didn't understand. Severus was being civil. . .that didn't mean he was in the least bit interested in her, she just never was mean to him.
"That isn't fair, Sirius!", Rowena reprimanded.
"Mark my words. Soon enough he will fancy you to the point where you'll go mad. He was always crazy about you back in the day."
Rowena sighed and rolled her eyes, for what seemed the fiftieth time that day. Under his breath, Sirius added to Remus without her knowledge,
"It was because he crushed on her that I couldn't stand him, mate."
A few weeks had passed in the house of Black, and the three were quite happy and content. Remus's doubts seemed to have withdrawn from his mind, and he became his calm, carefree self. Sirius was no longer so despondent and reminded Rowena so much of the Sirius at Hogwarts, pulling pranks and laughing with friends. As for Rowena, she regained the charisma and child-like glee from before she left for Nepal. They acted like they were teenagers again. Things went smoothly.
However, Rowena's dreams started becoming more vivid, and her feelings from her dreams started transferring to present life. She became much more emotional, which could be good, but then could take her through many extreme emotions in a short period of time. Her ways in Nepal had taught her to keep herself cool and composed, but she was unable. Her dreams often turned to Sirius, and her feelings about him at the time. She found it to be a nightmare that her feelings about him in her dreams were now showing up while she greeted him in the morning, or cooked them dinner. . .
"Honestly!", she thought to herself, "Get yourself together! You can't afford to be like this. It's just Sirius Black. . . just your old friend. Come on, stop this!"
But the fact that he was "just Sirius Black" made her go mad. He was everything put into one person. She hoped that the feeling indeed would pass, and that with more mature dreams, this feeling would go away, and she would see him as just Sirius, not as this handsome, daring, good-hearted, and keen person she was thinking about.
Rowena walked down-stairs and saw Sirius was making breakfast today. She grinned. This was an unlikely seen, and he must be very happy about something. She walked towards him silently, overlooking the eggs he was making and the sausage as well.
"Good morning.", Sirius said coolly, shooting her grin.
"How are you? You seem very pleased with yourself."
Sirius just smiled to himself.
"What?! What is it?!", Rowena asked in frustration.
"Nothing! I'm just in a good mood, that is all."
Remus suddenly ran down the steps, excitedly. He eyed Rowena and looked like he was about to laugh out loud, but stifled it. She ran into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. She looked normal, in fact, better than normal. So what were they laughing at?
She dragged Remus up the stairs and into her room. She was angry, annoyed. . . how dare they not tell her what's going on! And with a quick scowl at Remus, she asked him sternly,
"What are you both laughing at?"
Remus eyed her warily with a small mischievous grin, and he replied,
"Are you sure you want to know?"
"Yes! Otherwise I'll go mad not knowing!"
Remus was trying not to laugh, and his eyes glittered with this hidden knowledge.
"Well. . . when you were sleeping last night, you must've been dreaming, because Sirius and I heard you talking. And when we walked in, you were tossing and turning and. . . you were calling out for Sirius."
"So? I might've been scared or something."
Remus sighed.
"Oh no, you weren't scared. You sounded like you. . . wanted him. . . you know."
Rowena gasped, and her jaw dropped. This was the last straw. She suddenly remembered her dream. She was looking out the window of Gryffindor common room, and she saw Sirius with another girl on the Quidditch Pitch, a blonde Ravenclaw, named Bebe. She loathed Bebe. Bebe practically threw herself at Sirius, and this often made Rowena clutch her wand. She was calling for Sirius to come back and, she guessed, forget Bebe's existence.
Rowena's eyes suddenly glittered in brown malice. She glared at Remus and sat on the bed, feeling sick to her stomach. This was pure embarrassment, and made her feel like she, Remus, and Sirius were in Fifth year again.
"You're so immature, Remus!"
"Well it was sort of funny. I mean, you never showed any of that type of stuff towards anyone, especially Sirius. So it was like catching you red- handed. Mind you, we didn't laugh that much. Sirius was pleased that you showed some interest in him. He was starting to worry about you."
"That's an awful thing to say!"
"If I hear Sirius talking in his sleep, I'll call you, ok?"
She rolled her eyes. All of a sudden, two grown men had taken decades off their life. It was like they were just out of Hogwarts and they were rooming together.
Rowena was relieved to hear someone knocking at the door of the House of Black, only to realize that Sirius, who was supposed to be dead, was downstairs, waiting to be exposed.
Remus and Rowena ran down the stairs, finding Sirius sitting down to eat. As he picked up his fork, Rowena grabbed his arm and pulled him up the stairs, just as she did with Remus minutes earlier, and threw him on his bed.
"I didn't know you wanted this so bad, Rowena dear.", Sirius said with yet another grin.
She shot him a look of pure rage and spat, "Stay here! Don't make a sound!"
She ran down the steps, Remus in front of her, and he opened the door.
In all his greasy-haired, hook-nosed glory stood Severus Snape.
Remus said, with the most professional voice,
"Hello, Severus. What brings you here?"
"Lupin, I'm here to give Ms. Flintwood a message from Dumbledore. Care to move out of my way?"
Rowena heard this and ran to the couch, out of Snape's view.
Remus coolly moved to the side, looking at Snape like he was some foreign matter. Snape briskly walked to the couch, where Rowena pretended to be reading a magazine on broomsticks. She looked up, and saw Snape's eyes less cold than before.
She stood quickly, "Hello, Severus. How've you been?"
He answered lazily, though his face gave him away. He was surprised and pleased to see her.
"Not much has changed. I am the Potions professor at Hogwarts. I have been in the Order for some time. Dumbledore wants to inform you of when the meetings are." He handed her an envelope.
She smiled, "Ah. Is that all?"
"Also, Dumbledore wants you to come up to the school sometime in the morning tomorrow. He needs to talk to you. And he asked me to accompany you tomorrow. Be ready at nine o'clock sharp."
She nodded, still smiling. At least SOMEONE could be mature.
Snape added, as an afterthought, "How was Nepal?"
"It was fine, Severus."
For a few minutes they didn't speak. Snape just kept staring at her, and she daringly stared back. What was he looking for? She wasn't hiding anything. . . except her friend in a bedroom upstairs, who was supposedly dead.
"I can't waste any more time, Rowena. Make sure you are not ready any later than nine o'clock."
She nodded and opened the door. Snape walked out, a little flustered.
Rowena looked to Remus, who was trying not to laugh, but merely listened as Sirius ran down the stairs, saying,
"I hope Snivellus doesn't drool over you next time he sees you."
Sirius did not even say this good-naturedly. His face was sour and pale, his eyes glowering, and his body stiff. He was annoyed.
Rowena didn't understand. Severus was being civil. . .that didn't mean he was in the least bit interested in her, she just never was mean to him.
"That isn't fair, Sirius!", Rowena reprimanded.
"Mark my words. Soon enough he will fancy you to the point where you'll go mad. He was always crazy about you back in the day."
Rowena sighed and rolled her eyes, for what seemed the fiftieth time that day. Under his breath, Sirius added to Remus without her knowledge,
"It was because he crushed on her that I couldn't stand him, mate."