To die for love
By Silver Sparklze
CHAPTER 9
For disclaimer see chapter 1
Six weeks later, Adeline had really begun to settle in. she knew her way around the castle, and it had been almost a week since she'd been lost. She and Remus were god friends, too, and she was almost getting to the point where she could look him in the eye without blushing. Since that day when she'd fainted, Remus had seemed a bit awkward around her, though. And he refused to tell her his secret.
Adeline laughed out loud at the end of a Gryffindor third year's essay. He'd ended his essay on 'Zoos are not wildlife parks, discuss' with; Personally…I would build a gremlin trap…bait it with dirty socks or something…then you could sell them to the zoo…I would go to the zoo to see gremlins. She shook her head, and gave Mikelle Tubeta an 'A'. All in all, it had been a good essay, so why not?
'Interesting conclusion,' She wrote, 'I can't wait to hear exactly how you believe it fits in with the topic.' Satisfied that she was through marking essays, she took out her sketchbook and waited for the students to arrive.
Adeline was still filling in the details of Ginny's hair when the sixth years arrived. She continued, ignoring the whispers of the students, who seemed to be getting quite restless. Finally, when a paper plane hit the wall behind her, she spoke.
"Patience is a virtue, you know."
The students fell silent. All except for the Slytherin. "Well, you're supposed to be teaching us." Marc Benson (that was his name) said.
Adeline looked at him sternly. "I was. None of you were patient enough to wait until I was finished. I was trying to instill patience into you. You won't always know what's happening straight away. A Dark Wizard is just as likely to take a long time in attacking you as I am."
The students drew back, and she laughed. "Don't be silly," She chided, "As if I would attack you. I was going to say, as I am likely to take a long time teaching you. Now if you'll turn to page twenty-seven, we'll begin. Muggles have many religions, perhaps the most popular being Christianity…"
Luna twirled some of her blonde hair, not listening to Miss Chandler. She stared out the window, daydreaming of being outside. It was so nice and wet out there. She'd never told anyone, but she still loved to jump in puddles, even though she was sixteen. She loved going outside after a thunderstorm and jumping in every puddle she could find. It could entertain her for hours.
"Luna?"
Luna looked up, and saw Miss Chandler looking at her.
"What's the answer, Luna?"
Luna turned to Ginny, who pointed to her page. Luna's exceptionally good vision scanned the page on Paganism quickly. "I'm sorry, Miss, what was the question?" She asked.
"Name a type of Paganism, and explain it." Miss Chandler said patiently.
"Uh…Wicca. Wicca is witchcraft, specifically natural witchcraft. The muggles use their imaginations, as well as well-known herbal remedies. They also make love-potions, and many other types of potions. They had wands, just as we do, and say spells, just as we do. They also might do evil, same as we do. Essentially, they are witches like us, but without the magical powers." Luna rattled off.
"Very good, Luna. Ten points to Ravenclaw."
Remus stared at the drawing of him with Lily, James, Harry, Sirius and Peter. Without meaning to, he remembered the day when he had seen something like this.
Remus knocked on his best friend James' front door, and was answered by a rather frazzled looking Lily. She smiled at him warmly.
"Remus," She said, pulling him inside, "Hi. I'm glad you're here. Sirius and James are fighting over what to put in the picnic basket, and I need you to distract them. Harry's beginning to teeth, and the childish way his father and godfather are acting is not helping. He's in a really crabby mood."
"Poor Lily-kins." Remus teased, "You should have thought twice before agreeing to marry James."
"Shut your trap and entertain those two monsters before I make your transformations seem like a kiss on the cheek." Lily said, a small smile on her face. Remus gasped in mock horror before walking into the kitchen, where, sure enough, he found James and Sirius arguing over whether they should have pork of beef.
"'Lo, Padfoot, Prongs." He said offhandedly. They stopped their argument, and even Harry stopped wailing. His green eyes lit up when he saw Remus, and he held out his arms.
"Mooey, Mooey!" He cried. Remus went over to the highchair and picked him up.
"Hows my favourite little honorary nephew?" He asked, hugging the little boy. Harry giggled.
"Flump." He replied.
"Is that so? Are Daddy and Uncle Padfoot annoying you, Harry?" Harry nodded, shooting accusatory glances at his father and godfather, who had the grace to look abashed. "Do your teeth hurt?" Harry nodded again, his lower lip trembling pathetically. Remus sighed. The little monster had them all wrapped around his little finger. The minute he began to cry they were all waiting to do his bidding. Except for Peter, but Peter had grown up with two younger sisters and a younger brother, so it wasn't that surprising that he'd be immune.
Remus frowned at that. Peter had been rather distant of late, and it had taken a lot of coaxing for him to agree to come on this little picnic. "Don't cry, Harry." He said, taking out his wand. "Acerbitas abeoireitum alsiusaum." He said. Harry's mouth was encased by a soft blue glow, which quickly relieved him of the pain. Harry gurgled happily, and Lily smiled at Remus gratefully.
"Now why didn't I think of that?" She asked, taking Harry off Remus. "I'll go feed him now. Why don't you pack the turkey into the basket, Remus?"
"Yes, your ladyship." Remus said, grinning. He ignored Sirius and James, who were trying to convince him to slip beef 'no, pork!' into the picnic hamper.
The park was sunny, and the Indian summer heat was pleasant. Remus played with Harry on the picnic blanket while Peter wrote his Cauldron Thickness report, and Sirius and James had a fight with the French breadsticks. Lily was laughing at their antics, and was almost hysterical by the time James finished enacting his dramatic death by bakery goods.
James and Sirius flopped down on the picnic blanket, James sitting behind Lily and giving her a shoulder massage, while Sirius sat next to Harry on the other side of Remus. Harry, who'd been gumming on his rattle, took it out of his mouth and smiled at Sirius angelically. Sirius smiled back at him, and ruffled his hair, lying back on the blanket. Harry chose that moment to hit Sirius over the head with his rattle.
"Ow! Geez, kid, that hurt!" Sirius complained, touching his forehead gingerly. Remus laughed. "Don't laugh, Remus!"
"Remus?" Remus jumped, brought out of his daze by Ada calling his name. He smiled at her. The sun was streaming in through the open door behind her, causing her dark red hair to fairly glow like a fiery halo."Sorry, I was daydreaming, did you say something?"
"Yeah. Are you planning to eat dinner today?"
Remus looked at the clock on the wall, which was pointing to 'Dinner would be nice'. He cursed, Ada looking on, amused.
"Nice language. Do you always speak like that in front of a lady?" She asked.
"Are you always under the misconception that you're a lady?" Remus shot back.
Ada poked her tongue out at him. "Careful. Unless you want to engage in another pillow war, I'd be nice."
I'd like to engage in other things involving pillows with you. Remus thought, then blushed. Bad Remus! She'd never like you anyway! You walked in on her when she was having a bath, then you find out she's afraid of wolves, and practically kill her by admitting you're a werewolf, and now you're swearing like a sailor in front of her! "I beg your forgiveness, Duchess." He said, grinning at her.
"You are forgiven." Ada said, looking down her nose at him, looking for all the world like a haughty aristocrat. A moment later, the illusion collapsed, as she giggled. They walked down to dinner.
Acerbitas abeoireitum alsiusaum: Pain, disappear, numb.
IE; a spell to rid a baby of the pains of teething.
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