A/N: Oh, Jesus, thank you for putting up with me and not sending me hate letters. Now that I have some-what of a busy schedule, and a lot of family issues, I have less and less time to write, and this is the first time I've touched a keyboard in a fun way in weeks. But now things are better, and I am here to write and hopefully post a lot more often. Can you say writer's block? I hope you can. I think it's the penguin's fault. Bah.

Chapter #3- Oh, No, It's More Foreshadowing!

Remus read the last word of the letter and buried his face in his hands.

"Oh, dear God, no, no, no, no, no, nooooo, NOOOOOO!!!"

Sirius rushed in the room, having just taken his impromptu and uncomfortably late nine O' clock shower and clothed in naught but a curiously fluffy white bath towel pinned hastily around his waist. "Anything wrong, Rem?"

"Oh, how could such a horrible, awful, disastrous thing happen? How, Siri, I beg of you, tell, me HOW!"

Sirius, to say the absolute least, was puzzled and worried. He made a mental note to hide all of the sharp objects in the house for at least a fortnight.

Here he was, dripping wet, with a fluffy white towel that was loosing its fluffiness and gaining more dampness by the minute, in the kitchen, three feet away from a psychotically upset Remus who was huddled close to the table with a bloody ancient bird teetering on the back of a chair, and beside them was a piece of parchment.

"Rem? Rem, darling…" he cautiously padded across the floor and peered over at the heap of Remus on the table. "D-did someone die…?"

"No." Answered the Heap of Remus.

"Did… we… did we go bankrupt?"

"No."

"Anything to do with your lycanthropy?"

"Worse."

"Well… um… well, what then?"

The Heap paused for a moment and then answered in the most grim manner possible,

"My sister's coming for holiday."

The air seemed to thicken when those words left Remus's lips and Sirius felt a chill run down his spine. And Sirius, by no means, was one of those dandies that believed in omens and all that rot, so the whole air thickening, spine-chilling thing might as well not have happened, because, as we all know, Sirius ignored it.

He readjusted his towel, which had now strategically slipped down. "Oh, Rem, sweetness, it can't be that bad…"

"You have no idea how bloody wretched it is, Siri."

"Rem, it's your sister, you should be glad to see her, right?"

"No, no, my family should be avoided at all costs."

"Oh, come now…"

"I'd like to, but I'm a tad bit upset."

Sirius was confused, as if he hadn't been all along, this only proved to heighten it. He thought for a moment. "Hey, listen, what's her name?"

"Rebecca."

Somewhere far away, a raven screeched in the night. The air whistled, and Artemis shrieked. Dogs were heard howling in the distance, a warning alarm of blood-curdling foreboding. The cats all over the neighborhood cried and mewled in warning. The trees whispered a song of dread and doom.

Well, that was odd, Sirius thought.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I've been incredibly busy for the last few months,but I'll chug along.

-The Absynth Fairy