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Exeunt
Hermione was sitting at the kitchen table eating a light dinner. Actually her anticipation kept her from actually eating it. She knew where Remus and George were hidden, but Irving would not see them when he came. Tonight was the night…
Professor Irving was looking out his window at the overcast sky. There was not one visible star; the sky was black. Everything was quiet. He turned from the window and walked toward the globe. This was becoming a tiresome ritual.
Any minute now, he'd be here any minuet now. As if on cue, Professor Irving materialized in the middle of the room.
"Good evening darling," he said his voice a drawl.
"Professor Irving, to what do I owe the degradation of your presence?"
"Surely I am not worthy of such cheek?"
"En contraire, you are worthy of much more sir."
In one swift aggressive movement he gripped the corners of the table, "Marry me!"
She shook her head and spoke sweetly, "No."
"Why not?!" The table shook as his grip tightened turning his knuckles white.
"Because I can't."
"And why's that?"
"Because, you're stuck in a snow globe."
"Come again?"
"You are stuck in a snow globe."
But Irving never got a chance to try to sort out this confusing statement, because it was at this moment that Remus hit him with a jelly legs curse.
"What the?"
George, from behind a door, began to propel random idems that appeared beside him when he needed it. He paused for a moment to laugh when he realized that he had thrown a cat and it was now hissing and spitting while clawing at Irving's head.
Remus too paused from his on slaughter of curses to watch the cat abuse the other professor's head while Irving vainly trying to wrestle the feline away from his face. What a sight.
"Accio key!" The key flew away from Irving and the cat into Remus's hand. An accomplished feeling swept over him, now having done what he had set out to do. Yet a small smile tugged at his lips as he prepared to fling more curses at the despicable professor.
Outside the globe, a cloud moved exposing, for the first time that night, the full moon. The light shined down through Professor Irving's window and fell across his floor, and the dresser. Right in the middle of the beam, lay the snow globe.
Remus Lupin suddenly went rigid, a familiar feeling in the base of his spine. He knew what was happening, it had happened so many times before. He braced himself for the pain he knew was inevitable.
Hermione saw her love go rigid, and although she had only seen this process once, she knew what was happening. She also knew she only had slightly more than one minute to act. Jumping to her feet, she quickly grabbed the deranged professor, who appeared to be verging on unconsciousness, and shoved him towards the old mage.
"George! Take him upstairs into a room and lock the door! Don't come out for fourteen hours! Now go! Quickly!"
The old man struggled with the unconscious professor up the stairs. There was no time to see that they were safe; for now she just had to trust that they reached their destination and could stay there safely. Right now she had other things to attend to.
Hermione picked up the wand Remus had dropped when he started his transformation, and she began her own.
George made it upstairs into the room, not so sure of what the strange noises were that were emanating from the kitchen. When he got to the room he could lock, he let go of Irving so he could tend to the door. The professor immediately fell with a dull thud. Oops he thought with out much sincerity and then continued with the lock. There!
Now he just had to wait; wait for fourteen hours. But wait! How would he know when time was up? He needed a clock. Turning, he found a sundial in the middle of the floor. Thanks!
Remus turned around many new and strong smells filling his nose. He was suddenly aware of something he had never smelled before. It smelt like something so familiar but so different. The smell was-
Another wolf stood before Remus, white and beautiful. There was something familiar about the wolf; like it was someone he knew. There was about it too, a familiar feeling. Remus approached the other wolf with curiosity only to find the other wolf nuzzling him.
Now he knew her! This wolf was Hermione! She licked the side of his face and he felt many wolfish infatuations. He pounced on Hermione.
Hermione was slightly taken aback; unlike Remus, she was merely wolfish in form. Judging by the gentle behavior, he had been minding his potion. It was probably unnecessary to send George away, but better to be safe than sorry.
"Come out side! Let's play in the snow!"
Hermione wasn't sure how she understood him, but she did. She followed Remus outside. He began to run and jump around, so she followed him out into the snow, running and playing as he did.
George looked out of the window and was surprised to see two wolves running around outside wrestling in the snow. Then he realized who it must be. He smiled to himself. Young Love! No, Puppy Love! He joked, although clearly neither wolf was a pup. Back inside his own room, he settled down in a corner and fell asleep.
In the morning, he awoke to the sound of knocking at his door; Irving was still out of it on the floor. Opening the door, he found the happy faces of the young lovers. For a while no one spoke, but then Hermione spoke, "It is time."
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And that's another chapter! But it's not over yet! I got a couple more chapters to go still! I know this was short, but I'm prolly posting the next chapter tomorrow or the day after!
Also, please read my fic Solitude! Every who read it liked it, but well, not as many pple have read that one as this and Façade, but it's good I promise!
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~Atiannala