"Remus talks about you a lot," James said as he was walking towards Divination class with Sylvir, making her blush deeply.
"Really?"
"Well, yeah. He's surprised a 4th year student like you could keep up in Defense Against Dark Arts class. He could barely keep up last year, spent all his time planning practical jokes with us." The light pink color around her face turned deep red.
She sat down in her assigned seat and looked at the ceramic bowls lying in front of her, they were filled with water.
"Class," Professor Trelawney called out and the room went silent. "Today we are going to try scribing in water. I know most of you won't see anything today, and I'm not expecting any of you to either. Do not break the bowl and don't try anything foolish, Mr. Black." The last sentence was said with a slight glance at Sirius making his face turn red. "By the time this unit is over, you all should be able to scribe with water and this will be in your final exam. Now clear your minds and begin to scribe. Extra water is available on request, so is another bowl, Mr. Potter."
Most of the class groaned. No one was good at Divination.
For the rest of the class, Sylvir tried scribing, but to no avail. Half the time she became frustrated at the water, the other half she spent daydreaming. Her mind was never clear. Frustration and swoon are two of the hardest feelings to get rid of! How can we see in water? All I see is my reflection!
Class was over soon, and she had encountered nothing but her own reflection. Then she saw a slight flicker, followed by a silhouette of a four-legged animal near the Womping Willow. Her eyes narrowed as the bowl mesmerized her. The water flickered once again and she saw herself, fear on her face and blood in her hands. The silhouette emerged and the figure was clear, it's teeth sharp as a knife, and then a scream.
"Miss Ashfyre!" Sylvir quickly looked up to see a troubled pair of eyes that belonged to Professor Trelawney. "Are you alright? You screamed. Do you need to see Madam Pomfrey?"
"No, I'm fine and I don't need to see Madam Pomfrey," she lied, she was anything but fine, the premonition scared her. Quickly grabbing her books, she hurried to the door before Professor Trelawney could say anything more, trailed by the eyes of the students who had just arrived.
For the rest of the day, she tried not to think about what happened in Divination class, especially with a quidditch match going on. She had to cheer James on, and she would get a chance to see Remus.
"What's troubling you?" She looked at Remus sitting beside her. "You're usually cheering louder than the whole crowd, you haven't said a thing tonight and Gryffindor's in the lead 70 to 10."
"It's nothing, really. Just something in Divination class."
"What happened in Divination class?" She knew she shouldn't have told him, he would ask about it, just telling him a broad answer didn't satisfy him.
"It's nothing okay!" She snapped back and then tears flooded her eyes. "Excu- Excuse me." She stuttered and then left.
"Sylvir! Wait!" Remus cried, running after her.
She ran the whole way, even ignoring Professor McGonagall's shout for her to stop running. She didn't stop until she reached the Fat Lady. "Serpensortia." The word was said between hiccups.
"I'm sorry, that was last-" Before Fat Lady could finish her sentence; Sylvir had tore back down the hall.
"Mr. Lupin, what is the matter with Miss Ashfyre?" Professor McGonagall asked quite sternly on Sylvir's behavior.
"I don't know. It was probably my fault, I asked her what was wrong and I shouldn't have. It was stupid of me," Lupin said apologetically. "I was just trying to cheer her up, but I guessed I approached the matter indirectly by forcing something out of her."
"Well, go then." Remus's eyes opened in surprise, it was the first time he had heard Professor McGonagall stay calm after a student just waltzed past her.
"Thank you, Professor McGonagall." With that, he ran to the staircase, only to find Sylvir coming down it and zipping past him towards the girl's rest room.
She stood glaring at herself in front of the mirror, her eyes red from crying. Dipping her right hand along with a piece of tissue paper into the water, she used her left to dry out her eyes.
"Sylvir," Remus called from the outside. "What's wrong?"
"Leave me alone." The water splashed her face. She wiped her face with the tissue paper, and then took a dry one.
"Look," Remus began. He had walked in. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he continued. "I don't know what's wrong, but I'm sorry, don't cry. Your pretty face isn't meant to be all blotchy."
She stopped. He had complimented her looks; people didn't do that unless they liked you. "You shouldn't be sorry." She turned around to look at him. "I'm the one who yelled at you." She stepped closer to him. "I was scared." She was now leaning her face against him. "So scared that I may have killed someone." The tears began again, this time she wasn't running away from anyone, she was right where she wanted to be.
"Tell me what happened."
"Not here, it's just too depressing in the restroom. How about we take a walk?"
He smiled and nodded as she pulled away, but he kept his arms around her. Such a perfect feeling, why am I crying? She thought as they walked out of the rest room, out of Hogwarts and past the screams from the quidditch stadium.
Sylvir stopped as they neared the Womping Willow, "I don't feel like walking, let's just sit down and enjoy the view of the pond."
He agreed and the two sat down.
"Well, I was in Divination class and we were scribing, right?" Sylvir began. She looked up at Remus, who was staring back down at her and blushed. "When it was almost time for the next class, something appeared in the bowl. Some gruesome things appeared and I wanted to look away, but it was as if I was in a trance. Anyway, what I saw was the shadow of something; it seemed like an animal at first. Then I saw myself, this is what scared me the most, I had blood on my hands and my face was-"
She stopped as the arm around her tightened. The gaze of Remus was strong, forcing her to look back up, forcing her to lean closer. Without her mind knowing, her lips had met his. So sweet and so soft. Her mind wandered. She yelped as blood trailed from her lips. He had bitten her. Before she could say anything, Remus had licked away the blood, a kinky grin on his face.
She pulled away and sat licking her lips and taste of Remus. Silence overcame the two and they didn't mind that. It wasn't long before Sylvir found her head neatly rested on Remus's shoulder and fell asleep.