"Geeez! I'm kinda shaking right now; wasn't that bad maybe? Shit! Thinking I'm even looking a bit pale, writing is starting at calm me a little though yeah I'm at a good level now so on to business!"
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CH 2
The room was stuffy but it smelled like… peppermint? No. She was the one that smelled like peppermint, but, why the heck would she be smelling like peppermint? Her confusion was barley set in when she was panged with a sudden horror.
The girl sat bolt upright finally aware on the world. A hospital.
"How are You feeling?"
She spun quick to the source of the voice, "You!"
The boy smiled sheepishly; not even looking at her; his skin was covered in bruises that she hadn't noticed in the dark bar. After a long pause he stuck out his hand; for some reason it was shaking. "Remus."
She felt for a moment she would be chocking soon on vomit. Was this stupid school boy honestly wanting to introduce himself? To her? Grunting and staring in disbelief at his outstretched hand she finally responded. "Is that your surname?"
Immediately the boy popped his head up with a mix of confusion, hurt, and as always when someone talked to her, nerves. "No- it's- it's Lupin, but I don't mind Remus.."
She snapped faster then she could think, "I do!" Her eyes darted from his hand, which he had retracted slightly, to his face being again in shock of what she was saying. "What I mean is.. Either look away so I can escape or just get on with it already!"
"What?" He was know only confused looking, not even shaking any more.
She screamed at him impatiently, "GET ON WITH IT!"
"With what?" The girl gave him a pouty look which he responded to with a look you would give a misbehaving child. "Just tell me who you are already."
She sneered at Remus for a second before looking away. In truth she was looking around the room for inspiration; inspiration that is, for a name. She wasn't proud of it, but without someone to yell it furiously at her for years she no longer knew it. "Ri… ri.." she tried to cover her stutters with a fake stubbornness.
"Ri..? Out with it; you should be less rude!"
She gave him another death glare and blurted out the first sound that came to her mind. "RIYA!"
Remus smiled sheepishly again, and grabbed her hand in a gentle, but still forced hand shake. "Good. How are you feeling? Riya?
In spite of herself, she blushed under her skin at his calling of her new name. Her mood didn't show on surface even in slight though, and she only gave out a brazen voice, "If I say I'm fine, will you then just let me leave?"
"I'm afraid you will have to talk to me about leaving." Both turned fast in the direction of the third voice. It was an old voice but a steady voice, and the man it belonged to seemed to have the same description. Riya, she wondered how she hadn't seen him; it was degrading for her to be around such a wise seeming man.
The boy seemed to know this man and went quickly to leave without a word at the mans approach. Riya stiffened under the bed sheet; this must be it then.
"Good evening young lady." He sat down coolly were Remus had been beside her only moments earlier. " My name, is Albus Dumbledore; headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."
She blinked rapidly several times "That idiot kid brought me to his school?"
"If you mean Lupin you are correct; I must say we were very worried when you arrived on the grounds because blah de blah de blah." Not that this was the type of man that would ever say "blah de blah de blah"; this was however the type of man who Riya believed talked thousand over his limit.
"Stop!" She was actually surprised that the man obeyed, "Straight to the point then. I've been in this wizarding world for so much of my life. If I may make a request." Riya stared straight into his eyes for final part, " Don't erase my memory. Just kill me instead."
Albus seemed at first to seriously consider her offer, but safely shook his head at her. "Ms. Riya I do not want to disappoint you, but you will not die within the grounds of this school."
As if she had forgotten his presence, Riya swiftly came to and opened the window closest her. It looked as if she could squeeze through if she went slowly; this fall would most likely be her death. Her right leg Riya had struck trembling out into the wind before immediately falling backward into the room. Dumbledore, she cursed him in her mind; he must have used magic.
"What are you trying to do Ms. Riya?" It was irritating how he actually asked.
"I'm going to jump, and if I live I'm going to run fast as I can. I'm sorry, but I'll do whatever I can to keep my memory the way it is of current." She wasn't an idiot; wizards could surely do what they wanted with her, but maybe she was tipping off to the deep end?
"There are those in the ministry that would indeed modify your memory, but" He smiled almost slyly at her now, "The only one that is aware of your being a muggle is the nurse, and me. We are not the type to change so many years of a life."
"So then what do you suggest?"
"I understand you are in need of a home?"
"So! If you have something to say then spit it out!" Her mood was shifting again; her second worst, but she had to be controlled for the sake of her life. Just a little longer and she could get away. That would be her wish, but he was so insulting!
"You may stay at the school as a student. I think the ministry may be okay if that were the situation, and if more thought you to be a witch you would not have as much troubles I believe."
For a moment Riya had started on a staring contest with Albus; something about him she could tolerate even less then Gregory or even almost less then that "blunt" punk. At last Riya was to look away, she had lost, but he seemed that he could give a chill for days if he wanted. After a long silence Riya slumped back being defeated by common sense. "If I stay I will have food every day?"
"Yes." He seemed to already sense he had won, as his smile continued to irritatingly grow.
Sighing long and hard she gave the calmest voice she could muster, "What must I do?"