"So, let me get this straight."

Cyra leaned against the stone wall, looking at both Fred and George, who seemed immensely pleased with themselves. "You were caught by Filch after hours when you were planning on setting off dungbombs in his office. He then took you to his office to punish you, so you set off a dungbomb?"

George nudged his brother, "As if that's all we did." Fred snickered before presenting a large parchment to her, "We also nicked this." Cyra took it carefully, looking over it, "You then stole from him?" At that, their grins grew.

"Well, to be fair." George clarified, "He stole it first. It was in a cabinet labeled, 'Confiscated and Highly Dangerous'." At that last part, she gave it back quickly, "Dangerous? And you thought it was a good idea to take it with you?" Fred folded it up before placing it in his back pocket, "It seemed fine, hasn't done anything yet."

Cyra sighed at that, looking around the corridors for anyone who might overhear, "So what does it do?" At that, they shrugged. Her jaw dropped, "You don't know!?" George sheepishly smiled, "No. But, we will figure it out!"

"Yeah!" Fred piped in, "We've just gotta figure out how it works!" Cyra didn't feel too sure, but said nothing to discourage them, "Alright, might want to try a revealing charm first." When their eyes grew wide, she realized her mistake. She was now an accomplice. She would have been anyway, but this time, she entered it willingly.

"A revealing charm, hadn't thought of that, right Fred?"

"Right George. Leave it to our brilliant Cyra to come up with a solution."

"That's why she's our partner in crime!"

Groaning, she pushed herself off the wall, "I'm leaving, I don't want to be late to Potions." They followed after her, grinning identically, "What other ideas do you have, oh mastermind?!" Cyra blew a raspberry at them before taking off into a run. They shared a laugh before taking after her.

"Mr Prongs would like to offer his great condolences to Fred Weasley for having the hair of a carrot."

Cyra tried to stifle the snort that came from her as he tossed the map back onto the table in indignation. He touched his hair, now feeling self-conscious, "It's not that orange." Taking the map next, she watched the ink fade, "What if it's just meant to insult people?"

"Nah," George rested his head on his hand, looking at the map tiredly, "If that was the case, it wouldn't have been labeled, 'Dangerous'." Well, she had to give them that. Turning it around to look at the back, she let out a hum, "It might have a certain spell or incantation you have to do."

"But what?" Fred groaned; his face planted against the wooden table. At that, she shrugged, "Who knows. I'm sure we'll figure it out though. For now, I've got to pack. Papa's been excited for me to come home for Christmas, and I've got a ton of cookies to make." As she pushed herself up, she felt them both grasp her arms.

"You're going to come to the burrow though, right?" George questioned her, looking up with wide eyes. On her other side, Fred slid his hand down to take her hand, "We can't spend Christmas without you, Cyra."

Giving Fred's hand a squeeze, she stepped away from the table so they'd let her go, "Of course I will. Papa has already agreed to us coming over." Fred and George seemed pleased with her response, beginning to pack up their things with her. Cyra shot them a look as she saw Fred putting the map away in his bag, "I'd suggest leaving the map though. We don't know what could be in it."

"Oh yeah, absolutely."

"As if we would put our family in danger like that."

"We would never. So little confidence in us, Cyra."

She didn't need to see behind their backs to know they both just crossed their fingers.

Taking one last look around the common room, Cyra let out a heavy sigh. She couldn't help but feel a bit sad to say goodbye, even if it was just for a bit.

"Crazy, isn't it?"

Tilting her head to the direction of the voice, she asked, "What do you mean, Tonks?" The teenaged witch threw her arm around her, blowing the pink curls from her eyes, "Well, me and Charlie only have one more year. Bill's about to graduate, soon it'll be us. Then we'll have to say goodbye for the last time."

Thinking about it, she felt a bit sad at the thought of Tonks leaving. She really enjoyed having the older girl around. Leaning into her side, she asked, "What are you planning on doing after?" Tonks let out a hum, resting her cheek at the top of Cyra's head, "Well..there's been talk about me joining the Auror's. Apparently, my O.W.L.S were pretty impressive. They say if I pass my N.E.W.T.S next year, I'll have a place in training."

At that, Cyra pulled back so she could look at her, "You? An Auror?" Tonks smirked down at her, her eyes twinkling, "I know right? And Professor Sprout said I lacked necessary qualities to be a Prefect! Joke's on her, though!"

Cyra couldn't help but laugh at that, shaking her head, "I think the joke's on whoever will be training you!" Tonks took no offense, reaching over to mess up the younger girl's curls, "Very true! But that's for them to worry about! Now come on then, it's time for us to leave. I'm sure Mr. Lupin is already at the train station, waiting for his precious little princess!" Cyra grabbed her luggage and followed after her, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Mum has already threatened that if Dad puts up that decoration, that he'd be sleeping on the couch, but I'm sure he's already done it."

Cyra hummed as she listened to Cedric rambles, though her mind was honestly somewhere else. Fred and George had already set off to search for Lee, wanting to say goodbye before they reached the station. Resting her head on the glass, she looked out at the passing trees, watching them blur by.

"One time he tried to charm it to be permanently stuck to the tree, oh she was right mad too." Cedric snickered at the memory, glancing over at her to see if she was still paying attention. Noticing the distant look in her eyes, he let them fall into silence. He didn't take any offense to it, Cyra was always peculiar, he found it to be rather amusing.

As time passed, Cyra finally took notice of the lack of his voice and glanced over, blinking slowly, "Sorry..I didn't mean to-" Cedric reached over to take her hand, smiling, "Hey, no worries! I'm sure you're just excited to see your family again, I know I am! We just show it in different ways."

Relaxing now that she was sure he wasn't angry, she smiled back, "Thank you." They felt as the train began slowing down, the sound of cheering echoing as they entered the station. Taking that as the cue to begin to get their things, they began to get up and gather them.

"Well Cyra, I'll see you after Christmas!" Cedric gave her a side hug before hurrying off, trying to beat the crowd. It was good he did, as right after him was every other student that wanted to get off. Picking up Biscuit's cage from the seat beside her, she made sure he was properly covered before heading out.

The twins stood off to the side with Charlie, watching as their mother blubbered over their eldest brother.

"You'd think he's been sent off to war or something."

"Did she forget we were also away?"

Charlie looked down at his brothers with a grin, "I wouldn't complain, it won't be long before you're in that position." That's when he realized that Percy was missing, his brows furrowing, "Wait.. where's our brother?"

"He's right there."

"Being strangled by mother's bosom."

He sighed, "No, not that one. I mean Percy. Did you see him on the train?" Cyra spoke up from behind them, "I know where he is." At the sound of her voice, they spun around. "He wasn't with Wood when I passed by his compartment," She continued, "But I heard him in another with Penelope Clearwater."

The Weasley brothers looked pleased; but it definitely wasn't relief they were expressing. It seemed to be much more sinister. Deciding not to get any more involved, she gave them a hug goodbye before setting off to find Moony. It didn't take long, for right next to Mrs. Weasley was him. As soon as his eyes set on her, his tired expression lit up, "Cyra!"

She let out a giggle as she was scooped up in his arms, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, "Hi Papa, I missed you!" Remus allowed himself a moment to enjoy her embrace before he put her back down. After looking her over, he gave her a smile and took her hand, "Ready to go home?" She squeezed it tightly, happy to see him again, "Yes!"

Remus leaned on the counter, watching Cyra bake with a content smile. She had her hair pulled up in a messy bun, causing her to blow at the curls that fell in her face.

"So," He began, "Mrs. Weasley has invited us over to celebrate, as I'm sure you know. But that's on Christmas Day, so I actually had something planned for Christmas Eve."

She looked up at him curiously, pausing in her ministrations to give him her full attention. He gave her an excited grin, reaching into his shirt pocket before sliding out two tickets, "I don't know if you knew, but a certain sequel came out on the first of this month." He waved them around in the air, pretending to think, "If only I knew what to call them.. it's at the tip of my tongue. The ghoul breakers? No, that's not it. What do you call it? Or rather, who you gonna call?"

"GHOSTBUSTERS!" Cyra cried out, racing around the counter to give him a hug, "Thank you! Thank you so much!" He laughed, returning the hug, "It was no problem, love! I'm excited to see it too!" He let her see the tickets before putting them away in a place where they wouldn't be ruined by any of the mess in the kitchen.

Remus managed to get a glimpse of the cookies before they were sent into the oven, seeing the odd shapes they were cut into, "Are those gnome cookies?" Cyra gave him a smile as she wiped down the counter for her next creation, "They are supposed to be house elves. I heard that in muggle tales, this Saint Nick uses elves to assist him in delivering presents. I felt the depiction of them to be rather ridiculous though."

Remus fought a smile, "You did, did you?" He held the bin open so she could dispose of any egg shells or trash, "How so? I thought they looked rather cute, what with their red noses and jingly hats."

Cyra shook her head as she cleaned, occasionally tossing some things in the bin, "No, they just look like a very small wizard with pointy ears. Nothing really magical about them. House elves are much more interesting. Professor Binn's talked about them for a little bit during class, since house elves have their own form of magic."

Remus shivered as he remembered that Professor, the droning voice still haunting his dreams, "Yes, how have you enjoyed his class?" At the look on her face, he laughed, "Yes, he's not very..alive is he?" Cyra giggled, heading over to the fridge, "If by alive you mean actually alive? No Papa, he's a ghost. A very boring ghost." She began stacking jars of jam in her arms to carry, "If I have to hear one more time about the werewolf code of conduct in 1637, I might go mad."

He snorted at that, shaking his head, "As if anyone would have registered themselves, it was mad!" Cyra gave a firm nod, placing the jars on the table, "It was a witch hunt." He held his hand up, "Ah ah, Cyra, you won't learn about Witch Hunts of the 14th century until third year, and what an exciting chapter that is." She rolled her eyes, heading over to the pantry next, "I'm sure it will be."

"While we're on the topic." Remus felt himself get a bit nervous as he brought up the subject, "How was it? Your transformations?" He watched as her hands paused over the pastry. It took a second for her to move again, looking up at him with tired eyes, "It's better. I'm in control and won't have to worry about hurting anyone. But it's also.."

He was concerned at her pause, sitting up straight, "What? What is it?" She looked down at her hands, running them carefully over to crimp the pastry on the sides of the pan, thinking about how to phrase her words. "It's also terrifying. Being in that form. I didn't know what I looked like until then, and now that I do.. it's hard to forget."

He watched as she continued to work, the air around them growing tense. He had always wondered what he looked like in his form. The others had told him, of course. But they were much more compliments than a description. He wouldn't push Cyra to talk about it, he knew better.

"You were saying about house elves?" He changed the subject quickly, wanting to diffuse the tension. At the mention, she seemed to brighten up a bit more, "Oh yes! So you see, they're actually related to Brownies! Very sensitive creatures, as are house-elves. After he mentioned them, I decided to do a little research in the library. Fred and George would usually complain, but they were much too into their own little project-"

Cyra was in a great mood from the moment she woke that morning, taking extra time in the bathroom to style her hair up in a high ponytail. Grinning at her reflection, she hurried down to the kitchen, a skip in her step.

Remus was waiting, double checking his satchel to make sure he had everything. Going over his mental checklist one more time, and making sure the tickets were still in his front pocket. Once Cyra appeared, he held out his hand to her, "Shall we, milady?" Cyra took one look over herself, though there was nothing she would be taking. She had to leave her wand in Moony's care until it was time for her to return to school. Snuffles was left back in her room, not wanting to lose him on their trip.

Once she was sure, she took his hand, "We shall!" Since they were going to be going to a muggle cinema, they had to be sure to look like them. Of course, that was rather easy for them, attire wise at least. Her Moony always bought their clothes in muggle shops, including some vintage stores to get some band tees. From head to toe, they both looked like any average muggle.

Remus kept his wand in a holster attached to his arm, hidden by his sleeves, so no one would question why he was carrying a stick around. The only part Cyra wasn't crazy about was transportation, they couldn't simply apparate to the cinema, so in order to blend in, they had to take a taxi cab. Cyra had nothing against automobiles, but they were just so slow. If they flooed or apparated, they'd be there within seconds. But instead they had to plan ahead and get into a taxi cab early so they would arrive in time.

Since they were out in the middle of the woods, he still apparated them to a more discreet location in London. From there they would travel the muggle way. Once they arrived to the location, Remus paid the driver before helping her out, taking her hand and leading her inside. Once they got their popcorn and candy, the usher checked their tickets before guiding them in.

By the time the commercials had ended and the movie began, Cyra had already eaten half the bucket of popcorn, her fingers coated in butter. She watched the screen intently, holding her breath as she watched the opening scene. As the music began to play, a smile settled on her face, her feet kicking happily to the beat.

The movie was fantastic, she was sucked in to the story. She always loved Ghostbusters, even if their idea of ghosts was pretty silly. She didn't think Muggles had ever seen real ghosts, since they definitely didn't look like Slimer. Though she would like to see someone try to use a proton pack on Professor Binns.

Feeling a sharp pain in her stomach, she broke concentration with the screen. Did she eat too much popcorn? Tapping Moony on the arm, she whispered, "I'm going to go to the loo." He gave a nod, his focus still on the screen.

She hurried off, wanting to get back as soon as she can, though she knew he would fill her in on anything she missed. Entering the lavatory, she felt something dripping down her thighs. Panicking, she rushed into a stall, hoping she could get to the toilet before she had an accident on the floor. Once she had sat down, she saw it. Blood. It was all over her legs, and had seeped through her jeans.

Fear seized her, going completely still as she stared at the bright red on her skin. Looking at her knickers, she saw they were ruined as well. Was she bleeding internally? Covering her mouth, she tried to muffle her cries. The woman in the next stall heard her though, her voice echoing in the bathroom, "Miss? Are you alright?"

Cyra didn't know what to say, uncovering her mouth as she fought to form a sentence, "I-I'm..bleeding." She heard the silence, before there was the sound of flushing and the woman stepping out to wash her hands. Was she going to call the muggle doctors? That seemed like the best solution.

"Alright honey, have you ever got your period before?" The woman's voice was back, and it sounded like it was right outside her door. Standing shakily up on her feet, she struggled to undo the lock, peeking her head out to look at her. The woman looked like a film star, her stark blonde hair in a styled perm, her lips painted brick red.

"My period?" She repeated the woman's words quietly, looking up at her with wide eyes. Then, a memory struck her. Moony had spoken to her about this, he said she would bleed and needed some sanitaries to catch it. But she didn't have any, she didn't think it would come so soon. Though she supposed it was bound to happen.

"Yes, sweetie. Judging by you looking like a deer in headlights, I'll take it that this is your first one." The woman responded, giving Cyra a reassuring smile before reaching into her purse, "I have some sanitary pads for you. I'll tell you how to put them on." She took out a lilac square before holding it out for Cyra to take. Once the door was shut, she guided Cyra through the procedure, and soon enough, she had done it.

Putting her blood-stained jeans back on, she stepped out, feeling mortified. The woman looked at her attire before giving her another reassuring smile, "I'll tell you what. I'll go get your parents, and they can help you get home. Who are you with?" Cyra found herself unable to hold eye contact with the stunning lady, whispering shamefully, "My Papa, he's watching Ghostbusters II."

"Good, and what does he look like?" She asked, needing some description so she could pick out the man. Cyra bit her lip as she tried to remember what he was wearing, "He's got light brown hair, a scar on his nose, and he was wearing a brown tweed jacket. My Papa's name is Remus. I'm Cyra."

"It's nice to meet you Cyra, I'm Helen."

Remus began to worry when Cyra hadn't returned after ten minutes. Sitting up, he looked around the theater to see if maybe she got lost getting back to the seats. He didn't see her anywhere. What he did see, however, was a young blonde lady approaching him.

Once she got close enough, she whispered to him, "Are you Remus?" Confused, he nodded, unsure what this woman wanted from him. She seemed pleased to find him, smiling sweetly, "Your daughter Cyra is in the bathroom, she just got her time of the month. She's a bit shaken up, as you can imagine." Time of the month? It wasn't a full moon yet though. Oh.

Remus lurched out his seat, quickly gathering his things before following the woman out, "I-Is she okay?!" He was trying his best not to shout, his heart pounding frantically in his chest. The moment they stepped out, he could smell the blood in the air.

Helen, as she introduced herself, seemed to think his state was amusing. She gave him a knowing smile, "She is fine. But her jeans may be too late to save." He didn't care about any bloody jeans, he was worried about his pup. Before he could rush inside, Helen pushed him back, "No, you can't just rush in there. I'll send her out, but I'm going to need your jacket." Without question, he took it off, handing it to her.

He watched worried as she entered the lavatory, his hand gripping the strap of his satchel tightly. The smell of blood was intensely strong, and it frightened him. Once the door opened, he saw a timid Cyra, his jacket tied around her waist. Most likely to cover the stains. He took her quickly in his arms, hugging her tightly, "Oh love, I'm so sorry. I should have planned for this!"

She buried her red face in his shoulder, not wanting the world to see her shame. Helen stepped out from behind her, looking at the scene with a smile. As Remus was busy whispering apologies to Cyra, Helen had taken out a paper and pen from her purse, scribbling down some things on her notepad.

"Here." She held out the scrap of paper to Remus, stepping back once he took it, "Take her home first and run her a nice hot bath. Then go get these. It'll be everything she'll need to get through this month." Remus stood up, holding Cyra up with one arm, reading over the list. Once he was finished, he looked at Helen with wide eyes, "Thank you so much. For this, and also for helping my daughter."

She shrugged him off, "Oh no need to thank me. It's hard being a single father, my dad was one. He had to learn all of this himself with three girls, and that was a wreck. So, I'm happy to help." She then walked around him so she could face Cyra, "Chin up, dear, this isn't the end of the world. This means you're growing into a young woman. This is a time to be proud. You handled it like a champ."

Cyra looked up over Remus's shoulder, giving Helen a weak smile, "Thank you for helping me. I'll never forget it." And she wouldn't. If she ever met the woman again, she would be sure to repay her.

"Right, let's get you home." Remus said, waving goodbye to Helen before carrying Cyra out. Sighing against his shoulder, she apologized, "I'm sorry, we're going to miss the film because of me." Remus patted her back, "Don't be, I can always get it on VHS. We'll watch it when you come home for the summer."

"Okay! Let's see here.." Remus looked over the list as he dropped the supplies onto the couch, "Heating Pad, check." He held up the large pad that looked like a rice filled pillow, "I'm going to put a warming charm on it so it never loses its heat. Sanitary Pads, check!" He took out the pack, holding it up so she could see, "I got the ones with the flowers. Thought you might appreciate it. Then I have fluffy socks, and some caplets to help with the cramps."

Cyra sat on the couch, wrapped up in a fluffy blanket, watching him as he explained each item. Once he was finished, her eyes drifted to the other bag, "What about that one?" Remus picked it up, smiling softly at her, "Oh this? Well this is-" He then turned it over, chocolate pouring down onto the couch, followed by some bags of crisps and the odd candy. Cyra let out a laugh as it formed a mountain of junk food.

Remus grinned at her, "Think that'll be enough?" She giggled, taking a Cadbury egg from the pile and unwrapping it, "Maybe for a week." He ruffled her head through the blanket, "I'm glad you're happy." He then reached into his back pocket and took out the pamphlet, "The lady at the store gave me this. It's called, 'Dad's Guide: To help your little one when Aunt Flow comes to visit.' It's very informative. Though how she knew I needed it is beyond me." She said nothing, nibbling on her chocolate egg with glee.