Dancing with a Werewolf
Chapter Eleven - Connection
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
Rozlyn slowly awakened to the sound of voices the next morning. She shivered and opened her eyes. She sat up with a start. 'The shrieking shack? But how did I - ?' Her thoughts trailed off as she gradually remembered what she was.
"Remus, this is . . . this is amazing. There - there isn't a bite or scratch on you anywhere!" Madam Pomphrey said in a low voice.
"Yeah . . ." Remus replied in a sort of awed voice.
"What happened last night? Do you remember? Did you keep your mind?" the nurse asked anxiously.
Remus didn't reply for a while. Then he said quietly, "I don't . . . remember anything."
Rozlyn shook her head. 'How could he not remember anything?' she asked herself. 'I remember everything just - ' She paused. What exactly did she remember?
"She's awake," she heard Remus say softly from behind the door.
About two seconds later, Madam Pomphrey burst in with a new robe. Rozlyn looked down at herself in confusion. 'Are those meant for me?' she asked silently. Sure enough her old robe was torn in various places.
'What happened last night?' she asked herself, choking back a sob.
-Remus P.O.V.-
"So?" Sirius said eagerly, as soon as Remus returned from the hospital wing that morning.
"Hey! No bandages?" James asked, raising an eyebrow. They were as used to seeing him all torn up in the morning after his transformation as he was used to being torn up.
Remus shook his head, smiling a bit. "Apparently, I didn't bite or scratch myself, or anything."
"Apparently?" Sirius repeated. "You mean, you don't remember?"
Remus shook his head again. "I never remember," he sighed. "I lose myself when I transform."
They both stared at him for a bit. James was opening his mouth and closing it, each time looking like he wanted to say something, but always changing his mind.
"What?" Remus finally asked, growing impatient.
James shrugged. "Uh, you don't suppose Rozlyn remembers, do you?"
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
"Ma'am?" she said, timidly. "When you were talking to Remus earlier about, um, bite marks or scratch marks, what did you mean?"
Madam Pomphrey stopped what she was doing and glanced at Rozlyn with a sad look in her eyes. "Well, dear, I don't know if I should tell you. It's Remus' business and I don't feel right disclosing it to anyone."
"Oh," Rozlyn said, feeling embarrassed. "I understand."
"I'm sure he'll tell you, though," the nurse said thoughtfully. "Just ask him."
~_~
Rozlyn walked slowly back to the common room. For all she knew, Remus was probably at breakfast. "Twiddledee, Twiddledum," she said to the Fat Lady, and the portrait swung open.
Immediately, his scent filled her nostrils. Her heartbeat sped up without warning. She started to step back out of the portrait, then realized that if she knew he was there, then he probably knew she was there, and to leave would be wrong.
Reluctantly, she stepped all the way into the common room, and spotted him. He was stretched out on one of the couches, staring back at her. She definitely couldn't leave now.
Instead, she walked slowly over the couch opposite him and sat down. She folded her hands in her lap and kept her eyes glued to her knees, expecting Remus to speak first. But he didn't say a word. He didn't say anything at all.
Finally, Rozlyn looked up to find him simply staring at her. Strangely, she didn't find this the least bit uncomfortable, and summoning her courage, she stared back at him.
-Remus P.O.V.-
Remus froze as her gaze landed on his. Their eyes locked, and neither of them blinked for what seemed like forever. All the world was drowned out, and nothing mattered except her.
Nothing mattered except keeping this energy they had flowing, this connection they had going -
"Hey, Remus!" A hand clamped on his shoulder. Remus blinked once and turned to face a grinning Sirius Black. "Breakfast just ended," Sirius was saying. "Where were you? We waited for you, you know."
Remus' face flushed. Had he been staring at her for that long? His heart started beating faster. What was the matter with him? She must have been completely freaked out. He couldn't even look at her now, out of embarrassment.
He distinctly heard her rise off of the couch and sprint up the stairs. The blood was rushing in his ears. 'Don't go!' he wanted to cry out. 'Not yet. Don't leave me yet.'
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
She had never felt more disoriented in her life. When one of her roommates asked her to pass a comb, she handed her a miniature collector's broom instead. When they asked her was she coming down with them to lunch, she replied, "Sure. I'll clean it up later," and when they said she was acting strange, she told them there were no dragon eggs under her pillow that she knew of.
If she hadn't felt so confused, she would have noticed the way Lily kept throwing her concerned looks, or the way her own stomach kept rumbling. She would have been at least slightly alarmed when a large owl flew through the window and attacked Lynda, and she would have been upset had she realized that her dorm mates had decided not to talk to her anymore.
But she didn't notice any of these things. What she did notice was the way that a certain Remus Lupin was constantly on her mind, and that she kept recalling the way their eyes locked onto one another.
So it was really no surprise that time seemed irrelevant to her, or that the last face she saw before she drifted off to sleep was Remus Lupin's.
^_~
I'm sorry about ending it here, but I just realized that if I write anymore I'm going to have to write A LOT more, and this chapter might possibly have been about ten pages long. So, I am immediately starting on the next chapter as soon as I post this one. With luck, it'll be out by tonight.
WalkingCensure: Baby werewolves? Wherever did you come up with that idea? (looks around shiftily) I haven't the slightest idea of what you're talking about.
Ariana S.
Chapter Eleven - Connection
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
Rozlyn slowly awakened to the sound of voices the next morning. She shivered and opened her eyes. She sat up with a start. 'The shrieking shack? But how did I - ?' Her thoughts trailed off as she gradually remembered what she was.
"Remus, this is . . . this is amazing. There - there isn't a bite or scratch on you anywhere!" Madam Pomphrey said in a low voice.
"Yeah . . ." Remus replied in a sort of awed voice.
"What happened last night? Do you remember? Did you keep your mind?" the nurse asked anxiously.
Remus didn't reply for a while. Then he said quietly, "I don't . . . remember anything."
Rozlyn shook her head. 'How could he not remember anything?' she asked herself. 'I remember everything just - ' She paused. What exactly did she remember?
"She's awake," she heard Remus say softly from behind the door.
About two seconds later, Madam Pomphrey burst in with a new robe. Rozlyn looked down at herself in confusion. 'Are those meant for me?' she asked silently. Sure enough her old robe was torn in various places.
'What happened last night?' she asked herself, choking back a sob.
-Remus P.O.V.-
"So?" Sirius said eagerly, as soon as Remus returned from the hospital wing that morning.
"Hey! No bandages?" James asked, raising an eyebrow. They were as used to seeing him all torn up in the morning after his transformation as he was used to being torn up.
Remus shook his head, smiling a bit. "Apparently, I didn't bite or scratch myself, or anything."
"Apparently?" Sirius repeated. "You mean, you don't remember?"
Remus shook his head again. "I never remember," he sighed. "I lose myself when I transform."
They both stared at him for a bit. James was opening his mouth and closing it, each time looking like he wanted to say something, but always changing his mind.
"What?" Remus finally asked, growing impatient.
James shrugged. "Uh, you don't suppose Rozlyn remembers, do you?"
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
"Ma'am?" she said, timidly. "When you were talking to Remus earlier about, um, bite marks or scratch marks, what did you mean?"
Madam Pomphrey stopped what she was doing and glanced at Rozlyn with a sad look in her eyes. "Well, dear, I don't know if I should tell you. It's Remus' business and I don't feel right disclosing it to anyone."
"Oh," Rozlyn said, feeling embarrassed. "I understand."
"I'm sure he'll tell you, though," the nurse said thoughtfully. "Just ask him."
~_~
Rozlyn walked slowly back to the common room. For all she knew, Remus was probably at breakfast. "Twiddledee, Twiddledum," she said to the Fat Lady, and the portrait swung open.
Immediately, his scent filled her nostrils. Her heartbeat sped up without warning. She started to step back out of the portrait, then realized that if she knew he was there, then he probably knew she was there, and to leave would be wrong.
Reluctantly, she stepped all the way into the common room, and spotted him. He was stretched out on one of the couches, staring back at her. She definitely couldn't leave now.
Instead, she walked slowly over the couch opposite him and sat down. She folded her hands in her lap and kept her eyes glued to her knees, expecting Remus to speak first. But he didn't say a word. He didn't say anything at all.
Finally, Rozlyn looked up to find him simply staring at her. Strangely, she didn't find this the least bit uncomfortable, and summoning her courage, she stared back at him.
-Remus P.O.V.-
Remus froze as her gaze landed on his. Their eyes locked, and neither of them blinked for what seemed like forever. All the world was drowned out, and nothing mattered except her.
Nothing mattered except keeping this energy they had flowing, this connection they had going -
"Hey, Remus!" A hand clamped on his shoulder. Remus blinked once and turned to face a grinning Sirius Black. "Breakfast just ended," Sirius was saying. "Where were you? We waited for you, you know."
Remus' face flushed. Had he been staring at her for that long? His heart started beating faster. What was the matter with him? She must have been completely freaked out. He couldn't even look at her now, out of embarrassment.
He distinctly heard her rise off of the couch and sprint up the stairs. The blood was rushing in his ears. 'Don't go!' he wanted to cry out. 'Not yet. Don't leave me yet.'
-Rozlyn P.O.V.-
She had never felt more disoriented in her life. When one of her roommates asked her to pass a comb, she handed her a miniature collector's broom instead. When they asked her was she coming down with them to lunch, she replied, "Sure. I'll clean it up later," and when they said she was acting strange, she told them there were no dragon eggs under her pillow that she knew of.
If she hadn't felt so confused, she would have noticed the way Lily kept throwing her concerned looks, or the way her own stomach kept rumbling. She would have been at least slightly alarmed when a large owl flew through the window and attacked Lynda, and she would have been upset had she realized that her dorm mates had decided not to talk to her anymore.
But she didn't notice any of these things. What she did notice was the way that a certain Remus Lupin was constantly on her mind, and that she kept recalling the way their eyes locked onto one another.
So it was really no surprise that time seemed irrelevant to her, or that the last face she saw before she drifted off to sleep was Remus Lupin's.
^_~
I'm sorry about ending it here, but I just realized that if I write anymore I'm going to have to write A LOT more, and this chapter might possibly have been about ten pages long. So, I am immediately starting on the next chapter as soon as I post this one. With luck, it'll be out by tonight.
WalkingCensure: Baby werewolves? Wherever did you come up with that idea? (looks around shiftily) I haven't the slightest idea of what you're talking about.
Ariana S.