Having fallen asleep in her room, Lydia was dreaming the dream again.
She was at Hogwarts, at their seventh-year graduation ball, dancing with
him. She was happy at the time, as they swayed in time to the slow tune,
and listened as he promised her that no matter how far apart they were, he
would always be there for her, smiled as he slid the chain around her neck,
fastened it there, and admired how the delicate pendant glimmered against
her coppery-tan skin. Not knowing whether the it was the dream or reality,
she felt lips brush her cheek, and she awoke, opening grey-green eyes.
It was beginning to get dark outside, and Remus was sitting on the bed next to her, his hand on her arm, smiling sadly down at her.
"Did you just now get home from work?" she asked him, frowning slightly.
"Yes, but don't make that face. You know I like your smile better," he answered, pushing her bangs out of her face as they fell into her eyes. "Listen, I talked to Sirius. He told me what happened this afternoon. And I think we should talk."
He turned so his back was resting against the headboard of her bed, and she put her pillow on his lap, then rested her head there. He smoothed her silky black hair and started talking.
"I don't know what's wrong anymore, but I would, if you talked to me. I understand that you don't like people trying to change you-- you've always been that way-- but we're not trying to change you. We're trying to save you from yourself, and we can't do that if you don't help. We're not getting anywhere lately, seeing as Sirius and I are always at work. I've just taken off two weeks from work." He looked down at her to see her expression, but she was masking it with a stoic face. Of course. "I want to spend those two weeks with you... so I can show you why it's better for you to live."
She nodded, remaining silent. Lydia didn't want to talk, revealing the tears that were building in her throat.
"I have a question."
"Hm?"
"...Never mind, I... forgot what I was going to say. Anyways... dinner should be ready soon, are you coming down?"
"I su--" she stopped, cleared her throat, then went on. "I suppose. Tell Sirius I'll be down in a minute, please." She sat up, rubbing her eyes on the pretense of sleepiness. Remus slid her pillow aside, gave her a brief but comforting hug, and exited the room.
Cultured my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than anytime before
I have no options left again...
Lydia took the stairs two at a time and almost appeared in the living room in the middle of a seemingly serious conversation. She tried to listen, but all she heard was muffled mumbles. She picked up one of her cat's toys off of the floor and flicked it at the archway at the end of the stairs, and it bounced back at her. Ah, they had charmed it! She walked full-on into the charm, but she stopped and jumped back before she could walk all the way through, because it stung badly. Frowning, she listened as they fell silent, and Sirius performed the counter-charm.
"Sorry," he said, and provided no explanation. "We're having tortilla soup for supper. Joining us?"
Feeling almost unwelcome now, and weak as she felt the stinging of tears in her throat, she debated with herself. She didn't want to be rude, but suddenly the contempt and animosity was running through her again as he snaked an arm around her waist, took her hand in his and kissed every finger.
"You okay?"
Lydia snapped out of it and, for once, gently slid herself out of his touch. She nodded.
"Yeah, I'm... I'm okay. Sure, I'll join you."
I dont want to be the one
Who battles always choose
Cos inside I realize
That I'm the one confused...
It was beginning to get dark outside, and Remus was sitting on the bed next to her, his hand on her arm, smiling sadly down at her.
"Did you just now get home from work?" she asked him, frowning slightly.
"Yes, but don't make that face. You know I like your smile better," he answered, pushing her bangs out of her face as they fell into her eyes. "Listen, I talked to Sirius. He told me what happened this afternoon. And I think we should talk."
He turned so his back was resting against the headboard of her bed, and she put her pillow on his lap, then rested her head there. He smoothed her silky black hair and started talking.
"I don't know what's wrong anymore, but I would, if you talked to me. I understand that you don't like people trying to change you-- you've always been that way-- but we're not trying to change you. We're trying to save you from yourself, and we can't do that if you don't help. We're not getting anywhere lately, seeing as Sirius and I are always at work. I've just taken off two weeks from work." He looked down at her to see her expression, but she was masking it with a stoic face. Of course. "I want to spend those two weeks with you... so I can show you why it's better for you to live."
She nodded, remaining silent. Lydia didn't want to talk, revealing the tears that were building in her throat.
"I have a question."
"Hm?"
"...Never mind, I... forgot what I was going to say. Anyways... dinner should be ready soon, are you coming down?"
"I su--" she stopped, cleared her throat, then went on. "I suppose. Tell Sirius I'll be down in a minute, please." She sat up, rubbing her eyes on the pretense of sleepiness. Remus slid her pillow aside, gave her a brief but comforting hug, and exited the room.
Cultured my cure
I tightly lock the door
I try to catch my breath again
I hurt much more
Than anytime before
I have no options left again...
Lydia took the stairs two at a time and almost appeared in the living room in the middle of a seemingly serious conversation. She tried to listen, but all she heard was muffled mumbles. She picked up one of her cat's toys off of the floor and flicked it at the archway at the end of the stairs, and it bounced back at her. Ah, they had charmed it! She walked full-on into the charm, but she stopped and jumped back before she could walk all the way through, because it stung badly. Frowning, she listened as they fell silent, and Sirius performed the counter-charm.
"Sorry," he said, and provided no explanation. "We're having tortilla soup for supper. Joining us?"
Feeling almost unwelcome now, and weak as she felt the stinging of tears in her throat, she debated with herself. She didn't want to be rude, but suddenly the contempt and animosity was running through her again as he snaked an arm around her waist, took her hand in his and kissed every finger.
"You okay?"
Lydia snapped out of it and, for once, gently slid herself out of his touch. She nodded.
"Yeah, I'm... I'm okay. Sure, I'll join you."
I dont want to be the one
Who battles always choose
Cos inside I realize
That I'm the one confused...