Dancing with a Werewolf
Chapter 2 - Hopeless
-Remus P.O.V.-
Remus put his ear against his dormitory door to hear better. Sirius, James and Peter were chatting about something mighty interesting in the hall. Well, they were chatting about him, really. And he felt kinda guilty about listening, but it was about him.
"He's got it really bad," Sirius was saying. "I mean, look at the poor bloke sometime. It's all over his face."
"What?" Peter interrupted.
"I know," James said, ignoring him. "He can't even talk to her normally."
"Who?" Peter said, genuinely confused.
"Yeah. We should do something," Sirius said, thoughtfully. "Hey, isn't her birthday coming up?"
"How should I know?" James said, nonchalantly.
"You could ask someone . . ." Sirius said, trailing off.
"Who do I know that talks to Rozlyn?" James asked. "I mean, who do I know that talks to Rozlyn and actually gets a response back?" Remus got a little offended by that remark.
"Come on. No one is that quiet," Sirius said. "Someone is bound to know her birthday."
Remus knew her birthday. As well as everything else about her that he could figure out without drawing attention to himself. He felt his face get hot. 'This is silly,' he told himself. He could talk to a girl. He didn't need his friends to plan it out for him.
He opened the dorm door, and chuckled in amusement at the looks on their faces. "Hi, guys," he said, closing the door behind him.
"Remus," James said, grinning. "I suppose you heard everything?"
"I heard enough," Remus said, blushing. "So you've figured it out, then? You know about . . . her?"
Sirius grinned, too. "You're not that hard to read, mate."
"WHAT THE BLOODY DEVIL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" Peter yelled in frustration. They all stared at him, and he turned beet red.
"If you don't know, now," Sirius started, "then you don't need to."
-Snape P.O.V.-
There she was. She was so easy to pick on. And Snape needed someone to pick on. She had her nose buried in a book, so she wasn't paying attention to where she was going. He stuck out his foot.
She went sprawling across the floor, and her books scattered everywhere. She looked up in a daze.
"Stupid dolt!" Snape said, nastily. "Watch where you're going next time!"
Her eyes started to brim with tears. "S-sorry," she whispered, staring down at the floor. A tear dropped, and she hastily tried to wipe the rest of them away.
"Hey! Leave her alone!" an annoyingly familiar voice said.
Snape turned around and sighed. "Evans, what do you want?"
The fiery red head glared at him. "I said, leave her alone, Snape!"
"And what exactly are you going to do about it, Evans?" He snapped. "I am so tired of you sticking your nose in my business!"
"At least my nose doesn't get stuck!" she retorted.
Snape's eyes flashed dangerously. "I could hex you right now, Evans. Prefect or not!"
"I'd like to see you try," Evans replied in a low voice.
Snape looked down at the floor. The girl watched incredulously. He sneered at her, and the tears started falling again.
"Turns out I have more important matters to attend to, than duking it out with some worthless Mudblood," he growled. As he went by, he kicked the girl's books farther down the hallway.
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
The tears fell freely. She hated this. She hated crying in front of Lily Evans, her role model. And it wasn't just that. It was also the fact that she had cried in front of Severus Snape.
"Are you alright, Rozlyn?" Lily asked.
Her tone only made Rozlyn want to sob more. Lily felt sorry for her, too. So did everyone else she met.
"I'm okay," Rozlyn made herself say. "I'm fine."
She felt Lily's intense stare on her back as she helped her pick up her books. "You shouldn't let him push you around like that," Lily said softly.
Rozlyn took a deep breath. "He always does it. If I just leave it alone, maybe it won't bother me as much next time," she said, trying to smile bravely.
Lily smiled back, but Rozlyn could tell it was just a pity smile.
*_*
Rozlyn dejectedly told the fat lady the password (Tooty Frooty), and she stepped through the portrait hole, and bumped into someone on his way out causing all of her books to fall again.
"I'm sorry!" she cried, desperately. She looked up and froze. Her mind has ceased to work. It was Remus.
He stared at her, and she felt her face growing redder by the second. Then, he doubled over in pain.
She gasped. "Remus! What is it? What's the matter?"
"Stomach-ache," he grunted.
"Well, do you . . . do you want me to walk you to the nurse?" she said, swallowing.
"NO!" Remus practically shouted. "No, I said I'll be fine." He stumbled out of the door, leaving a stunned Rozlyn behind him.
^_~
okay, here's the ish: I know I said before it wasn't that time of the month, but I changed my mind, cuz the story is going too slow. I don't like my stories to go slow, even if that means they end up shorter. So, next chapter, lots of abdominal pains, and very suspicious people . . . REVIEW DAMMIT! REVIEW! Oh, uh, sorry, I mean, REVIEW, PLEASE! Thank you.
Ariana S.
Chapter 2 - Hopeless
-Remus P.O.V.-
Remus put his ear against his dormitory door to hear better. Sirius, James and Peter were chatting about something mighty interesting in the hall. Well, they were chatting about him, really. And he felt kinda guilty about listening, but it was about him.
"He's got it really bad," Sirius was saying. "I mean, look at the poor bloke sometime. It's all over his face."
"What?" Peter interrupted.
"I know," James said, ignoring him. "He can't even talk to her normally."
"Who?" Peter said, genuinely confused.
"Yeah. We should do something," Sirius said, thoughtfully. "Hey, isn't her birthday coming up?"
"How should I know?" James said, nonchalantly.
"You could ask someone . . ." Sirius said, trailing off.
"Who do I know that talks to Rozlyn?" James asked. "I mean, who do I know that talks to Rozlyn and actually gets a response back?" Remus got a little offended by that remark.
"Come on. No one is that quiet," Sirius said. "Someone is bound to know her birthday."
Remus knew her birthday. As well as everything else about her that he could figure out without drawing attention to himself. He felt his face get hot. 'This is silly,' he told himself. He could talk to a girl. He didn't need his friends to plan it out for him.
He opened the dorm door, and chuckled in amusement at the looks on their faces. "Hi, guys," he said, closing the door behind him.
"Remus," James said, grinning. "I suppose you heard everything?"
"I heard enough," Remus said, blushing. "So you've figured it out, then? You know about . . . her?"
Sirius grinned, too. "You're not that hard to read, mate."
"WHAT THE BLOODY DEVIL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" Peter yelled in frustration. They all stared at him, and he turned beet red.
"If you don't know, now," Sirius started, "then you don't need to."
-Snape P.O.V.-
There she was. She was so easy to pick on. And Snape needed someone to pick on. She had her nose buried in a book, so she wasn't paying attention to where she was going. He stuck out his foot.
She went sprawling across the floor, and her books scattered everywhere. She looked up in a daze.
"Stupid dolt!" Snape said, nastily. "Watch where you're going next time!"
Her eyes started to brim with tears. "S-sorry," she whispered, staring down at the floor. A tear dropped, and she hastily tried to wipe the rest of them away.
"Hey! Leave her alone!" an annoyingly familiar voice said.
Snape turned around and sighed. "Evans, what do you want?"
The fiery red head glared at him. "I said, leave her alone, Snape!"
"And what exactly are you going to do about it, Evans?" He snapped. "I am so tired of you sticking your nose in my business!"
"At least my nose doesn't get stuck!" she retorted.
Snape's eyes flashed dangerously. "I could hex you right now, Evans. Prefect or not!"
"I'd like to see you try," Evans replied in a low voice.
Snape looked down at the floor. The girl watched incredulously. He sneered at her, and the tears started falling again.
"Turns out I have more important matters to attend to, than duking it out with some worthless Mudblood," he growled. As he went by, he kicked the girl's books farther down the hallway.
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
The tears fell freely. She hated this. She hated crying in front of Lily Evans, her role model. And it wasn't just that. It was also the fact that she had cried in front of Severus Snape.
"Are you alright, Rozlyn?" Lily asked.
Her tone only made Rozlyn want to sob more. Lily felt sorry for her, too. So did everyone else she met.
"I'm okay," Rozlyn made herself say. "I'm fine."
She felt Lily's intense stare on her back as she helped her pick up her books. "You shouldn't let him push you around like that," Lily said softly.
Rozlyn took a deep breath. "He always does it. If I just leave it alone, maybe it won't bother me as much next time," she said, trying to smile bravely.
Lily smiled back, but Rozlyn could tell it was just a pity smile.
*_*
Rozlyn dejectedly told the fat lady the password (Tooty Frooty), and she stepped through the portrait hole, and bumped into someone on his way out causing all of her books to fall again.
"I'm sorry!" she cried, desperately. She looked up and froze. Her mind has ceased to work. It was Remus.
He stared at her, and she felt her face growing redder by the second. Then, he doubled over in pain.
She gasped. "Remus! What is it? What's the matter?"
"Stomach-ache," he grunted.
"Well, do you . . . do you want me to walk you to the nurse?" she said, swallowing.
"NO!" Remus practically shouted. "No, I said I'll be fine." He stumbled out of the door, leaving a stunned Rozlyn behind him.
^_~
okay, here's the ish: I know I said before it wasn't that time of the month, but I changed my mind, cuz the story is going too slow. I don't like my stories to go slow, even if that means they end up shorter. So, next chapter, lots of abdominal pains, and very suspicious people . . . REVIEW DAMMIT! REVIEW! Oh, uh, sorry, I mean, REVIEW, PLEASE! Thank you.
Ariana S.