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::AN:: Well! As of RIGHT NOW, I have 34 reviews for this story! (yay that is so cool!) Thank you everyone! I really do love reviews! They keep me writing! (lol) Anyway, now for the fic! Enjoy!
::WARNING:: There is slight swear-age in here. But not too much. If it offends you or whatever, I'm sorry. (lol) There's not a lot, though. I think only like, two or three words... Well, just read it please... lol
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"You knew my mum." Faylinn repeated, after Mel simply stared at her.
"Did I really?" Mel asked, a look of utter confusion on her face. "What was her name? Was she a witch? Or are you fairy on your mother's side?"
Faylinn smiled. "Keelty. Her name was Keelty."
"Merlin's beard, child!" The older woman exclaimed, leaning forward. "You're Brighton's girl!" She turned to Remus. "Remmy, sweetie! This is Mr. Filbert's daughter!"
Remus's eyes widened suddenly, and then he furrowed his brow, trying to regain his composure. "He doesn't have a daughter, mum."
Mel turned back to Faylinn, rolling her eyes. "Back to the dishes, Rem." And Remus reluctantly turned back to the sink.
"So how is your mother?" Mel asked excitedly.
Faylinn shifted in her seat. "Oh, well." She shrugged. "I never really met her. She died. When she had me, I think."
Mel sighed and patted the younger girl's hand. "I'm sorry, dear. Your mother was a kind soul. Very mischievous, but very kind." She frowned. "You've never met Brighton, have you?"
Faylinn shifted uncomfortably again. "Umm, no. I don't think he knows I exist." She looked up. "You know him?"
Mel nodded slowly. "Of course I know him. I've known him since Hogwarts. One of the Hufflepuff boys, he was." She leaned back in her chair. "This is so bizarre. Do you mind my asking you more questions? I'm just curious."
Faylinn smiled. "No, that's okay."
"Right!" Mel grinned. "So, where have you been all these years? I would've thought you'd show up eventually!"
Faylinn shrugged. "Dumbledore thought it was best I stay away."
"You still had proper schooling I hope?"
"Yes."
"Where? Beauxbatons?"
"No… Centaurs."
"Centaurs?" Mel exclaimed. "You mean in the forest?"
Faylinn nodded.
"My dear!" Remus's mother said excitedly. "You were born in the Forbidden Forest?! Of course! Where else would you have lived? What with your mother being who was and all…" She paused. "I suppose it's best if you never meet your father…" She said slowly.
Faylinn's head shot up and she looked the older woman in the eye. "Why not?"
"Well, dear," Mel began. "He's so busy now… What with his job at the ministry and his family…"
Faylinn looked down at her hands. "He has a family?"
There was a long pause.
"Yes, dear. He has a wife and three sons."
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"That's not fair!" Faylinn growled, throwing the pillow across the room.
"You must've known it was a possibility." Remus said next to her, patting her arm lightly.
"It's still not fair!" She argued, rolling onto her stomach and burying her face in what was left of the pillows that she had yet to toss at the wall.
"Listen, Faylinn-"
"JUST GO AWAY!" She bellowed. She turned her head then, so that she could see him out of the corner of her eye. "Please, Remus." She whispered. "I just want to be alone. I'll see you later."
"Okay." He said, with one last pat on he arm. And with that, he stood and left the room, shutting the door quietly behind him.
Jerk. Silly jerk.
It's not fair, diary. It's not fair that he went on a mad hormonal-rampage with my mom and then decided to forget all about her once he graduated.
Remus's mother must've had him at a young age, too, if she went to school with my father.
Father. Is it right to even call him that? I don't think I should. He's a jerk.
Well, he can't really be a jerk-jerk, you know? I mean, he probably doesn't know I exist. I was born in January. Nine months before that like, April or May or something. He would have graduated soon after. He wouldn't even know.
And can I really rely on the fairies to tell me the truth? They've tricked me time and time again, just for the fun of it.
Although it is quite fun.
That's not the point.
The point is
Faylinn ceased her writing when she heard the door creak. "I said I wanted to be alone, Rem." She snapped.
"It's not Remus."
Faylinn rolled onto her back and sat up abruptly. "Sirius! What the hell are you doing here?!"
The tall, black-haired boy smirked and shut the door behind him. "I'm staying at James's place. He wanted to stop by and invite Rem to go play Quidditch with us." He stepped closer to the bed. "He doesn't live far from here, you know. Only an hour if you fly real fast on your broom." He shrugged. "I guess we forgot you were staying."
Faylinn blushed. "I could have been changing, you know."
Sirius shook his head, grinning. "Nah. Remus just left a few minutes ago." He sat at the edge of the bed, a mere two feet away from Faylinn. "I think they're outside right now. Mel went out to go see some friends, I think."
"Why are you in my room?" Faylinn asked, clutching the blanket over her legs. She was a wearing a skirt and, for some reason, didn't want Sirius to see her bare legs.
"We saw Mel as she was leaving. She told us what happened." He explained. "Once Remus came downstairs, I figured I'd come see you. Check how you were doing."
"I'm fine."
He smirked. "You look like you've been crying." He reached his hand out to touch her cheek, but she pushed it away.
"Like you care, Sirius!" She spat. "This is the first time you've spoken to me in, what? Two months?"
He scooted closer to her, despite her threatening glare. "I didn't mean to avoid you." He whispered. "It's not like you went out of your way to speak to me, either."
Faylinn looked up at him, frowning. "Either way, we haven't spoken."
He rolled his eyes. "You've spoken to Remus, though."
Faylinn looked away. "What is it with you people and Remus?" She muttered. "It's not like we even think of each other in… that way."
"That's not the impression you give off." Sirius countered.
Faylinn's eyes shot back to his. "What about my word?! Is it so hard to trust me?"
"I trust you, Faylinn." He breathed.
Faylinn's breath caught in her throat as she saw the look in his eyes. "Why?" She asked.
"It's hard to explain." He chuckled. "Let's just say it has a little to do with me and a lot to do with you."
"That's ridiculous." She giggled. "It doesn't even make sense."
"Sure it does." He said, his expression turning from humorous to serious.
"Thanks, Sirius." She pulled him into a hug and went to kiss his cheek, but at the last second he turned and their lips met.
Faylinn pulled away, embarrassed, but Sirius brought his hand up to her face and pulled her forward again pressing his lips firmly to hers. Without quite realizing it, Faylinn brought her arms up around his neck and returned the kiss. His hand was stroking her cheek as his tongue lightly traced her bottom lip and he deepened the kiss and then as if waking from a dream he pulled away abruptly. "Shit." He whispered.
"I'm sorry." She said at the same time.
He laughed, still not looking at her. Faylinn's brow furrowed, as she became angry. "What's so funny?"
He turned to her, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Don't be sorry." He whispered, patting her head affectionately and standing up, leaving the room within seconds.
I'm going to die a slow and painful death.
And at such a young age.
Oh, diary, I'm a real mess now.
You won't believe what just happened, but I'll tell you anyway.
Okay, just as I was writing, Sirius came in the room and.
Well, the details are a bit hazy. (Actually, a lot hazy.) I feel like my head is wandering around on its own in this great big fog and I won't be normal again until.
Never mind that.
He kissed me! He. Kissed. Me.
I think I might have kissed him back but I'm not sure as my head is in "Oh-mighty-fog-land."
He laughed. As if I'm not paranoid enough around him! Now he laughs after we—yeah! Was I bad at it, diary? Maybe he's laughing because he's kissed so many other girls that are better at kissing than me?
I couldn't have been bad at it! I mean, he kissed me twice!
Didn't he?
I'm going crazy.
And my face is all warm still. And my breathing is all funny.
I hate him.
I do. I'm serious.
Well. No, I'm not.
I think I may like him. Not that I haven't liked him already. I've always thought he was totally gorgeous, but still.
At least now I won't have to worry about him thinking that I'm gaga over Remus.
Or maybe he'll still think that and it'll be even more screwed up.
I hate him.
More so, I think I hate myself.
I really shouldn't have let him do that. It's his entire fault. I was just going to hug him! And then! Well!
Really!
He is a fantastic kisser, though.
Not that I have anything to compare it to, mind you.
But if I did, I imagine he'd be a fantastic kisser.
I think.
I'm losing my mind.
I need to sleep.
I can't go downstairs until I'm certain that he's gone. I can't possibly face him now. Ever.
It'll be all awkward and long silence like you read about it books.
Oh, but in books the boy always confesses his undying love to the girl!
Be realistic, Faylinn.
It's not like I want his undying love, anyway. I'm still in school! That is far too young to be confessing undying love and whatnot!
I wonder… Will I kiss him again? That would be nice.
No. No, no, no, no, no. No.
Well, not "no," it wouldn't be nice…
Ugh. I'm so confused.
My head has since moved from "Fog-land" to "Spinning-madly-land."
He really is a good kisser, though.
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Faylinn squinted at the window. "Blasted sun." She grumbled, pulling the blankets over her head. She at up suddenly, glancing at the clock by her bed. 7:00 a.m.
"Aw, I'm a horrible guest." She sighed and kicked the covers off of her legs.
After stumbling over to the door, she remembered that Remus's room was extremely close to hers. "Aw, he might be awake…" She said to herself and sifted through her trunk to find a bathrobe to put on over her pajamas.
She walked out into the cold hallway and pulled the robe closer around her. "Freaking cold." She shivered.
Faylinn turned the knob of the bathroom, her eyelids half-closed. Closing the door behind her, she turned to look around the room.
The water was running. "Stupid left the shower on." She mumbled, stepping forward to move the curtain aside. She pulled the curtain open in one swift move.
And then she screamed.
"Faylinn?! Faylinn, what the-"
And she just kept screaming.
"Could you hand me a towel?!"
She couldn't move. All she could do was stare. And scream.
She stopped shrieking suddenly, still staring. "Shit." She breathed, turning away and pushing her face into the wall behind her, squeezing her eyes shut. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" She whispered.
She heard a low, nervous laugh behind her as the water was turned off. She stood where she was, frozen on the spot.
"You can turn around now. I have a towel on."
She didn't move. "I'm so sorry!" She exclaimed, squeezing her eyes shut tighter and shaking her head.
"I should've locked the door."
She laughed nervously and turned around. She gasped. "You said you had a towel on!"
"I do!"
"Whoa—You—Agh!"
"It's just my chest and stomach, Faylinn. I'm still wearing a towel around my waist. Have a fit."
She backed into the wall. "I'm not having a—" She stuttered, then shook her head and closed her eyes. "I can't believe I just—I just—I just!"
"You just saw Sirius Black in the nude?"
Her eyes shot open and she scowled angrily. "I'm glad you think this is funny!"
"Are you really?"
"N-No!" She stammered and pulled her robe tighter around her. "Shouldn't you have gone home by now?!" She protested, stomping away and leaving before he got a chance to answer, slamming the door behind her.
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Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Knock first, Faylinn. Sheesh.
I can't believe that just happened.
Slow and painful death, I tell you. Slow and very, very painful.
As if kissing him isn't bad enough. (Not that it was BAD, I'm just saying… well, you know.)
NAKED!
Naked, I tell you!
Him naked, though. Not me. Thank Merlin.
What is he even doing here? He should have left yesterday!
I'm going to kill Remus.
Well, no, not kill him.
But he's going to die.
NAKED!
My, he is very sexy, though.
I mean… what?
This is so horrible.
Quite funny, if you think about it, though.
Well, he thinks it's funny.
Honestly, it's kind of traumatizing.
(But kind of cool.)
I'm going to attempt running down the hall and down the stairs at full speed. Hopefully if I run into anyone, it will only be Mel. And then maybe I shall confide in her and she will tell that naughty-boy Sirius Black to go home.
Well, he's not really a "naughty-boy." Considering, I'm the stupid one who went into the bathroom without knocking. And then proceeded to open the shower curtain while the water was running, automatically assuming that NO, there couldn't POSSIBLY be anyone actually IN THE SHOWER!
What kind of idiot does that?!
Yes, that would be me.
Stupid, idiot, Faylinn.
I fully believe that that boy has set out to make my life some sort of living hell.
Either that or we have horrible timing.
No, he's a horrible person! I hate him!
He is very cute, though. What with that nicely toned stomach and all. No wonder all the girls are all obsessed with.
No. Not cute.
Not sexy, either!
Horrible!
I think I may contract a horrible headache from all of this… thinking.
I need food. Some good bacon will cure this all. At least for a moment.
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::AN:: Ah, so it's not very cliffhanger-ish. I tried to not anger some cliffhanger-hating people. (i.e., my sister, who keeps complaining about my cliffhangers).
I'll update soon I promise! (And don't I always keep my promises? Well, usually? lol)
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