Demorior Mori Mortuus Amaris

To die for love

By Silver Sparklze

CHAPTER 8

For disclaimer see chapter 1

"This picture's amazing," Remus said, tracing Lily's features with one hand. "You really are very good."

Adeline blushed. "Not really." She said, "I just do what my muse tells me to do. I have no control at all, really."

"Uh huh." Remus regarded her disbelievingly. "You just keep telling yourself that. One day, it might be true."

"Ooh, you!" Adeline grabbed one of her pillows, and smacked him in the face with it.

Remus regarded her in shock for a moment, before a huge grin came over his face, and he took out his wand. "You asked for it," He warned, before pointing at the pillows. "Waddiwassi!" He said, pointing at her.

Adeline shrieked, ducked, then grabbed on of the pillows and pelted it at him. She then ran out into the hall, ducking the pillows that followed her. One hit a blonde boy in the head, and he glared at her, the two bigger boys on either side of him cracking their knuckles.

"Watch it." He snarled.

"Sorry, not my fault." Adeline panted, pushing past him, grabbing the pillow, and throwing it back over her shoulder. The yell from behind her told her she'd been partially successful, in hitting someone. She tumbled forwards as something hit her. Her head hit the floor, and she rolled over, seeing stars. Strangely, this made her want to giggle, and so she did so, gazing at the ceiling, until the blonde boy and his friends came over. He was holding a wand, and he opened his mouth to say something. Adeline pushed herself up onto her elbows, and yelled. "Where are you, Remus, you great lump of cowardice? Can't even throw a pillow properly, you have to resort to magic!" She slumped back down to the floor, and giggled again.

"Er...are you...alright?" The blonde asked. He seemed very confused; perhaps he'd thought she was a student.

"Fine. Are you?" Adeline asked cheekily.

"What?"

"You should say pardon, not 'what'. You look a bit pale. The sun is good for you so long as you don't stay out in it too long." She said, sitting up, and pushing herself into a standing position.

"Like you can talk, Ada, look at your skin." Remus said, having come out into the corridor. There were feathers stuck in his hair, and he was leaning against Adeline's doorframe casually.

"Not my fault," Adeline shrugged, "I must have inherited my pigments off one of my parents."

"You're a very strange girl, Ada." Remus said. Both of them had forgotten about the boys.

"I prefer eccentric." Suddenly, they heard someone snort, and they turned to the blonde, who looked disgusted.

"Oh please." He muttered.

"What are you doing here, Mr. Malfoy?" Remus asked politely, although Adeline fancied there was an undercurrent of dislike in his voice.

"Nothing. What are you doing here...Professor?" The boy sneered, his eyes flicking insolently over Remus' attire.

Adeline scowled. Suddenly, she didn't like this boy. "We live here. Therefore, we will turn up occasionally." She snapped. "Fancy that."

The boy flushed. "Who on earth do you think you are-" He began. Adeline cut him off.

"My name is Adeline Chandler. And I know who I am. However, I don't know who you are. Care to enlighten me?"

"Draco Malfoy." He said proudly, lifting his chin like his name was supposed to mean something.

"Congratulations." Adeline replied sarcastically. Then she turned to Remus. "As a teacher, I can take points away as well as give them, correct?"

"Right." Remus grinned, "And Mr. Malfoy's in Slytherin, before you ask."

"Ok, then." Adeline turned back to Draco and smiled. "Twenty points from Slytherin for being rude to a teacher, and a further five for backtalk." She smiled at him sweetly. "And if you don't hurry back to your commons, I'll take another ten for being out of bounds."

Scowling, the boys stormed off.

Remus turned to Adeline, eyes wide. "Whoa," He said, "You sounded almost like Severus then."

Adeline shrugged, "I don't like him." She said, before hitting him over the head with a pillow. "And I am never like Severus." She ran into her room.

Ginny pushed her evil, evil hair behind one ear. That was how she thought of it, as evil. It never did what it was told, always falling out of a braid the moment she tied it up, curling into tight kinks when wet, but stubbornly straight when dry. And a stupid colour, the colour of mud mixed with pale orange...something. Idly, without meaning to, her hand drifted to her mouth, and she bit the nail on her index finger, turning the page with her other hand.

"You shouldn't do that." A voice remarked.

Ginny jumped. "Sugar, Luna, don't do that!" She marked her place, and turned to her friend, who was regarding her with sparkling silver eyes.

"Did I scare you?" Luna asked, flicking through The Quibbler.

"Yes. You scared the shit out of me." Ginny said honestly.

Harry, who'd been walking by caught Luna's eyes, and grinned. He raised a finger to his lips, and crept towards them.

"Sorry," Luna shrugged, "You were so immersed in your book of poetry that you didn't notice me, obviously. What is it this time?"

"A muggle author. Emily Browning." Ginny showed her the cover.

"Ah. She any good?" Luna flipped through the book but found nothing of interest in there. She wasn't very into poetry. Unlike Ginny, who practically devoured it. Luna managed to hide the tiny grin that was trying to take over her lips, as Harry grabbed Ginny by the shoulders. Ginny's loud shriek made the whole Library look at them, and Madame Pince glared.

"Merlin, Harry, don't do that!" Ginny exclaimed as Harry sat down, sniggering.

"Why? It's so funny to hear you scream like that." Harry replied, his eyes full of laughter, something that was not seen often these days.

"Wow, look at the time, must be going. Colin and I have a date in Hogsmeade." Luna fled.

Ginny watched her best friend leave, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"Luna and Colin, when did that happen?" Harry asked; tipping his chair back and resting his feet on the table, his chair supported by the wall.

Ginny noticed that Madame Pince looked like she was going to explode. "Well, a couple of months ago when Colin, Luna and I were in Hogsmeade, we got around to talking about cameras. It turns out Luna has a bit of a thing for them, cameras, I mean, and she and Colin were soon nattering away, leaving me feeling a bit left out. Luckily, I had a poetry book." Ginny shrugged, and Harry snorted. "Anyway, Luna came back with us to the Tower to 'look at Colin's photography equipment'. I found them snogging in the Common Room at two am."

"Oh. So Luna's only interested in Colin's 'cameras'." Harry added heavy emphasis to cameras.

Ginny giggled "Quite." She agreed, before hitting him over the head with her poetry book and racing out of the Library.

oOoLintuoOo: I'm glad you like it. But no, they won't see her. She's just a cameo. Brendan Fraser's in The Mummy.

tomato-can: Here's the next chapter .

TheItalianBanjoist: Cool. Alas, I can't play any instruments. ::sigh::. Ah well. The title's in Latin. Yes, she's quite a bit younger than Remus, being only three years older than Harry. But in my little dream world, Werewolves have super-healing, like, not for little things, but for big things, so Remus is going to live for quite a while. At least Adeline will be able to keep up with him somewhat. And besides, it's not how old you are, it's how old you feel that counts.

elvinscarf: Thanks.

Andy: Yes, I finally updated. And you're welcome. Here's the next chapter.

AN: Once again, mostly a filler. But the action is coming, I promise. I just have to establish the characters.