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::AN:: Sorry for the delay or what have you. I was having a bit of a "block" ish. Like, I knew what I wanted to do, but I couldn't figure out how to put it into a language that made sense. (lol) Anyways, it's 97.7 degrees in here right now, because the air conditioner suddenly stopped working in this room, but this is where the computer is so… Gah, it's really hot! Anyway! On with the review-responses! (yay)
… Ooh, I just put the lil' fan on the desk next to me… Feels so good, let me tell you… Anyways…
Mrs. Drew Malfoy: Thanks for the review… Sorry you're still confused!
randomblinx: You already know what Lada is like… Oh, and GREAT JOB yelling at me for the first chapter! I totally appreciated it! (Not.) But thanks for helping me with this chap, I luurff you. Where's my tacos? (lol)
Emma Lilianne Granger: I'm glad you liked 'The New Girl' and I hope you like this fic, too. I know the first chapter wasn't so great, but oh well, lol.
gloomy: Yay, I'm back! Yeah, I like Remus, too, he's such a cool guy. (lol) Too bad he's more than a bit fictional, eh?
The Apocalypse: Great point with the time-freeze-thingy. I must say, it made me laugh, but it also made me go, "Ah, man!" Hahaha, thanks for wishing me luck in school or whatever, I'm really gonna need it, lol.
Bland Taste: Really? I'm glad you liked it! I hope you like this chappie too!
sweetiepiepirate: Oh, thank God! I was all paranoid that everyone would be like, "What's with Remus? He is so OOC it's, like, not even funny." I would have cried. I love you! (lol)
msj: Yes, it takes place during 'The New Girl,' which is kind of great because in that fic, we all know that Faylinn was a fair bit self-absorbed, so it won't be too hard, lol. Yay, addiction! I mean, er, um, lol. I hope you like this chappie!
Moviesavvy: Hahaha, it's okay to have writer's block sometimes. I mean, I can totally sympathize. I'm glad you like how I'm tying the fics together, lol. I hope you like this chappie!
Lady Zymurgy: OMG! I luff you so much! You reviewed on, like, every chapter on 'The New Girl'! That was so sweet! (lol) Did you really draw a picture of your interpretation of Faylinn? Aw! If you can scan it or something, I wanna see it! (lol) But it's okay if you can't, I won't go crazy or anything, lol. I hope you like this chappie!
::Oh yeah, and I forgot to mention! This entire fic is dedicated to my sister, randomblinx, because she's really helped me out a lot with the whole "intertwining" it with 'The New Girl' and all that stuff. So, yay for her, even though it's because of her that IADOHYFB is not going to continue. (I'm still going to rewrite it, I mean, but it'll be a lot different, lol.)
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There are no words for what Remus wanted to do to Sirius. Oh, wait, yes there are. He wanted to strangle him.
"But, why?" Peter echoed for about the fourth time.
Sirius shrugged. "Well, Gabrielle's really pretty, you know. And I guess I like her."
"No you don't." James laughed as he tied his shoelaces. "You're just trying to make Faylinn jealous, Padfoot. You can be honest with us, you know." He paused for a moment and rubbed his chin. "It's getting really annoying with you lying to us about everything Faylinn-related."
"I'm not lying." Sirius lied.
Remus snorted. "Right." He laughed, pulling his covers closer around him. "Can you guys go to sleep, though? I'm really tired."
"Hey, where were you last night, anyway? I forgot all about it 'till just now." James asked suddenly, turning his full attention to Remus.
The sandy-haired boy shrugged his shoulders. "Library, still. Fell asleep." He closed his eyes and immediately saw an image of Lada standing in front of him, looking down at her feet. Blinking a few times to get the image out of his mind, he remembered that Dumbledore hadn't called him to his office at all that day.
After a few more hours of exploding snap, sugar quill eruptions, and hearty laughs over some intricate positions some of the dots on the Marauder's Map were taking, the other boys finally settled down and went to sleep. In the morning, Remus was the first awake and out into the Common Room. He flopped down lazily onto the couch and gazed at the fire, waiting for his friends to awaken so that they could all go down to breakfast.
"Remus?" He heard someone say his name and his eyes darted towards the noise. Lily Evans was standing next to the couch, her red hair falling over her shoulders.
"Hey, Lily." He said, nodding to the Head Girl.
"Listen, Remus." Lily whispered hastily, glancing around for a moment before looking back at him, as she sat down. "Faylinn's acting weird." She said. "I know it's about your friend – you know, that Black boy."
Remus nodded and held back the urge to roll his eyes. "Yeah, I know."
Lily nodded. "Okay, so, I know you're really good friends or what have you with Faylinn and so I was wondering…"
"What?" He furrowed his brow at her.
"Well, what do you know? What has she told you? What have you managed to figure out on your own?" She leaned forward a bit. "She hasn't said a word to me about it. Last night, I came in the room and - Okay, well, let's just say I know something's wrong." She scowled then. "I swear, if she doesn't get better or something, I'm going to get my hands on that Black boy and I'm going to –"
"I know as much as you do." Remus said. "She hasn't said a word to me. Sort of. Yes, it has something to do with Sirius, and no, I wouldn't tell you if I knew because he's my friend too and that would be invading not only Faylinn's privacy but Sirius's as well."
Lily sat up straight. "What? No, listen, Remus, you don't understand. Faylinn? She cries. For no reason. Except, I know there's a reason. And I know what it is. Kind of. I know who it is. It's Sirius Black. And is he really being that great of a friend if he's hurting Faylinn? I mean, even if they weren't that great of friends, she's still your friend, right?"
Remus rubbed his forehead. "Listen, Lily, it's really nice of you to try and help Faylinn. But I'm sure when she wants you or me to know what's going on, she'll tell us. As for Sirius, he's not up for much conversation about Faylinn, so I don't know how to help you achieve the information you desire. Just give it time. I'm sure Faylinn will tell you eventually."
Lily nodded again and stood up. "I figured you wouldn't tell me anything anyway. I don't think Faylinn would ever befriend someone who wasn't trustworthy."
Remus looked up at Lily, his eyebrows wrinkled, but he quickly relaxed and smiled at her. "Sure. But I'm still not talking to her, I don't know if she told you."
"I seem to remember her complaining about something of the sort, yeah –" She began before Sirius, James, and Peter walking down the Boys' Staircase and laughing noisily interrupted her. She turned back to Remus quickly. "Well, bye, and Faylinn's not mad at you or anything, she wants you to talk to her again. So, I think you should apologize or even act like nothing happened, whatever." She shrugged and whispered so that the other boys –who were just then acknowledging Lily's presence – wouldn't hear her. "You know, I don't think she should have any reason to be any more upset than she is."
"Right." Remus nodded and again, tried to recall why he wasn't speaking with Faylinn again. It didn't work – he couldn't remember.
"Okay, so, bye." Lily said just as James stepped towards them, opening his mouth to say something, but closing it as she raced out of the portrait hole.
"So, Lily." James said jokingly at the spot she had been previously standing as though she was still there. "I was wondering. Would you –"
"Fancy a shag?" Sirius cut in, sending Peter and him into fits of chortling laughter.
James rolled his eyes. "So, what did the lovely, beautiful, ravishing – shut up Padfoot – Head Girl want to speak to you about?" He asked Remus. "She wasn't complaining about me, was she? Do you guys think the stuffed animals are too much? My mom told me she always loved getting stuffed animals from people."
"You forgot the part where she said, 'When I was three years old.'" Sirius added.
"Man." James sighed, running his hands through his hair. "You're right, huh? This isn't working. I'll have to come up with a new strategy. Oh, I know! How's this sound? Turtles and –"
"Uh, no." Remus said, laughing and standing up to walk towards the portrait hole. "She wanted to talk about Faylinn."
"Why?" Sirius asked immediately, his eyes wide as he blinked at his friend – full attention. "I mean, er, why's that Moony? Something wrong with Fay… linn… er… Okay, Remus, spit it out!"
Remus crossed his arms over his chest. "It's no one's business but Faylinn's, Sirius." He said seriously.
Just then, Faylinn rushed down the stairs from the Girls' Dormitories, barely managing not to stumble over her own two feet. "Lily?!" She called out, looking around frantically.
All four boys turned to the pink-haired girl and exchanged looks of amusement. James cocked an eyebrow. "What's the rush, Faylinn?" He asked.
"She wrote me a letter-thing while I was sleeping and it says –" Faylinn started immediately, but stopped suddenly and looked down at her feet.
"What's it say?" James asked, obviously curious.
Faylinn looked up and shrugged. "It's – It's not – It's not that… important…" She stuttered pathetically. Her whole face lit up suddenly as though she had remembered something and she rushed towards James and hugged him without warning, sending him stumbling backwards for a few seconds before he regained his balance.
"Whoa, woman, calm down!" James laughed as Faylinn twirled him around happily.
She nudged him in the side and grinned. "Guess what, guess what?" She said giddily.
"What?" Peter inquired, watching the scene beside a slightly scoffing Sirius.
Faylinn placed a smug look on her face before exclaiming, "I know something you don't know!" before skipping hastily out of the portrait hole in a flash.
"She's insane." James mumbled as they watched the portrait hole close behind her.
Remus rubbed his chin. "I wonder what she's so excited about…" He furrowed his brow as he thought about his 'talk' with Lily just a few moments before.
"Something to do with Lily?" Peter piped up.
Sirius grunted and shrugged his shoulders. "I suppose we'll find out eventually. Right, Moony?"
The sandy-haired boy shrugged and wondered why everyone seemed to think Faylinn told him everything, when it was clear that she didn't. "I suppose." He muttered lowly.
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"Mr. Lupin. A word." McGonagall said as she walked up behind the four boys on their way to breakfast. Remus turned around and blinked at her. "You three are free to go." McGonagall said to James, Sirius, and Peter, who eagerly fled for the Great Hall, letting their empty stomachs lead the way.
"Professor?" Remus furrowed his brow at his teacher.
"Professor Dumbledore wishes to see you in his office." McGonagall said curtly before turning away to enter the Great Hall as well.
"But I…" Remus started after her, but rolled his eyes when McGonagall walked out of earshot. "…Don't have the password."
Remus shrugged his shoulders and made his way to Dumbledore's office. Once he got there, he realized why he hadn't needed the password after all. Lada was standing in front of the gargoyle just outside of Dumbledore's office, her gaze transfixed on a piece of parchment in her hands.
Remus stopped in front of her, watching her bite her lip as she read, her long platinum blonde hair cascading down her back. She heaved a big sigh and shoved the parchment into a pocket of her robe, shutting her eyes tight. When she finally looked up, she gave a small gasp and backed up into the statue. "Oh!" She exclaimed. "I um, didn't see you there… Lupin?"
"It's Remus." Remus said slowly.
"Is it?" Lada asked distractedly as she sifted through the pocket of her robe and took out a neon pink colored parchment. "Right. So, follow me, huh?"
Remus nodded and followed Lada down a corridor and up a few stairs. Trying hard not to snicker when they passed through the same hallway three times, Remus saw Lada come to a stop in front of the Room of Requirement. "Well." Lada breathed, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear as she opened the door.
"Hungry?" Lada asked Remus as they stepped into a room that closely resembled the Potions classroom, but had a small table in the far corner, filled with food.
Remus nodded, but made no move for the table as he stared at Lada. She blinked back at him for a moment before looking away and making her way towards a bookshelf. "You can eat. I don't mind." She told him, nodding her head towards the table.
Remus immediately picked up a fork and started eating the omelet in front of him as he sat at the table. A few moments later, Lada shoved a piece of parchment and a quill in face. "Sign here." She said and he signed the dotted line without thinking, eager to return to his breakfast.
"Wait. What does that say?" Remus asked, pointing at the paper with his fork.
Lada handed the parchment to him with a small smile and he read:
Contract
The experimentation, REMUS LUPIN, hereby states that he is to adhere to all of the bids of the savant, LADA DEMETRIUS, during the course of examination.
L'expérimentation, REMUS LUPIN, par la présente les états qu'il sera obligé à adhérer à toutes les offres de l'érudit, LADA DEMETRIUS, pendant le cours d'examen.
La experimentación, REMUS LUPIN, por la presente estados que él deberá adherir a todas las ofertas del sabio, LADA DEMETRIUS, durante examen.
Das Experimentieren, REMUS LUPIN, hiermit Staaten, daß er zu allen Angeboten des savant, LADA DEMETRIUS, im Verlauf Untersuchung haften soll.
L'esperimento, REMUS LUPIN, qui vicino gli stati che è aderire a tutte le offerte del savant, LADA DEMETRIUS, durante il corso di esame.
Het experimenteren, REMUS LUPIN, hierdoor staten dat hij akkoord met alle bod van de geleerde, LADA DEMETRIUS, tijdens onderzoek moet gaan.
A experimentação, REMUS LUPIN, por meio disto estados que é aderir a todos os orçamentos do savant, LADA DEMETRIUS, durante exame.
Экспериментирование, REMUS LUPIN, тем самым заявляет, что он должен придерживаться всех предложений ученого, LADA DEMETRIUS, в течение экспертизы.
Det arkeologiske, REMUS LUPIN, herved stater at han holder seg til alle de budene av savant, LADA DEMETRIUS, i løpet av kursen av undersøkelse.
实验, REMUS LUPIN,以此方式声明他乃是坚持专家的所有努力, LADA DEMETRIUS,在考试的课程期间。
實驗, REMUS LUPIN,以此方式聲明他乃是堅持專家的所有努力, LADA DEMETRIUS,在考試的課程期間。
X: Albus Dumbledore
X: Lada Demetrius
X: Remus Lupin
Remus set down the paper and stared blankly at Lada. "But –" He shook his head. "I can't even read half of this!"
Lada shook her head. "It's just the same thing in different languages." She supplied, taking the paper from him.
"You let me sign something I didn't read?" He asked, blinking at her.
"But… I put it right in front of you."
"Yeah, but…"
"Don't you know that you're not supposed to sign things that you haven't read yet?" She looked over the paper for a second. "I could have had you sign your soul away and you wouldn't have even noticed." She smiled warmly at him. "Maybe next time you should put a little note on your hand. 'Read contract before signing contract.' Then you could see it every time you reached for a quill."
He stared at her for a moment before blinking again. "But…"
"Don't worry, contracts are flimsy. There are always loopholes and twists." She assured him, picking an apple out of the bowl and wiping in on her robe. "If you don't like what it says, you can always change it."
Remus raised an eyebrow at her. "Always?"
"Always." She said, nodding her head. "Well, you're going to be late for your first class… Just tell your professor you were with Dumbledore."
"Um, okay." He said, standing up. He paused at the door to look back at her. "So, what are you here for anyway? What are you supposed to do?"
Lada shrugged as she gathered her hair in a low ponytail at the back of her head. "Dumbledore wants me to help." She said.
"Help with what?" He asked.
"Help with you." She said, walking towards the door as well. "He says he needs a cure for you."
Remus blinked at her. "You mean…" His eyes bulged suddenly. "Are you insane? There's no cure for being a…"
"Werewolf?" She finished for him. "Well, no, but that's why I'm here."
He thought for a moment and she smiled at him, heading towards the door. "But you said you were working for the Ministry!" He protested, stopping her from leaving the room.
Lada looked up at him and gave a sly grin. "Oh, that? I lied." She walked past him before he could say another word. "Back here at ten o'clock tonight." She told him as she slipped through the door.
"Ten o'clock?" Remus asked aloud to the empty room. "Ten o'clock? No way!" He ran out of the room and into the corridor to find Lada and tell her that he was not, under any circumstances, risking getting caught outside the Gryffindor Tower after curfew. This wasn't James or Sirius they were talking about here. But when Remus looked around in the corridor for Lada, he found that she was already out of sight. She was gone.
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"Do I really have to?" Lada asked Dumbledore for the third time.
"Well, no, Lada." Dumbledore sighed. "You don't have to. No one's forcing you to. If you wish to return to the manor, you are free to leave."
"But it's so boring over there." She grumbled, poking the bag of lemon drops with her quill. "I guess I'll stay… But do I have to follow him around? Why do I even need to? …Wouldn't that be weird?"
Dumbledore gave her a look. "No, it won't." He said.
Lada studied his expression for a moment before she shook her head slowly. "Oh no, no, no. Don't go all eye-twinkly on me now! I need you sane, old man!"
The headmaster laughed and pushed his half-moon glasses up his nose before reaching in a drawer of his desk to pull out a small box, which he set on the desk in front of Lada. "This is an artifact that his been in my possession for many years."
"Oh, joy." Lada said in a monotone voice. "Watch as it breaks in the wind, it's so old –"
"It's in very good condition, actually." The white-bearded man laughed heartily. "Do open the box, Lada."
Lada nodded and opened the small box in front of her to see a shiny silver ring, shining in the light. "Mmm, pretty." She declared as she pulled it out of the box and studied it. There was a glittering inscription on the inside of the band, but it looked like it was written in a language that Lada didn't know.
"What's it say?" Lada asked Dumbledore as she squinted at the ring.
"I'm not sure." Dumbledore shrugged. "It's not in a language that many humans can comprehend. Atlantian, I presume."
Lada looked up from the ring. "Oh, so you got it from your distant-cousin-Albert?" She asked, mimicking his voice as she said 'distant-cousin-Albert.'
"Yes." Dumbledore smiled. "He and Riona are great, by the way. Sorcha is going through a bit of a phase right now, though. I'm not sure why."
"Um, okay." Lada nodded, remembering the names of Dumbledore's "relatives," but having never really met them herself, she said nothing more.
"Try it on." Dumbledore said with a small gesture towards the small circle of silver in her hand.
"All right." Lada said, and slid the ring on her ring finger. "What now?" She asked, looking at him.
"Well, let's see how it matches your robes, shall we?" Dumbledore winked at her as he pointed towards a full-length mirror to the right.
Lada shrugged and turned to look at her reflection, letting out a small gasp when she gazed at the mirror. Her reflection wasn't there. "Whoa, what happened?!" Lada shrieked.
Dumbledore gave a small sigh, having hoped that he wouldn't have to spell it out for the seventeen-year-old girl. "Lada, some people do not need cloaks or spells to become invisible. You are now one of them."
Lada, ignoring every word her guardian said, pranced around the room, pulling a few hairs out of the old man's head and dangling them in the air, making "boo" noises. "Hey, this is fun, Dad." She called. "You should try it!"
"I've had my fun." The old man chuckled. "Now, you can take off the ring while we go over a few details of the project at hand." There was a long pause. "Lada, the ring, please? Lada? No, leave Fawkes's cage closed please. Lada, no – Oh, hello Fawkes. Lada?"
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::AN:: Sorry it took so long for me to update! In case you guys didn't notice, was being weird for awhile, and then the parental unit was all, not letting me on the internet (sniffle). But I have snuck on the comp! YAY FOR MY SLY, CONNIVINGNESS! Anyways, next chappie should be up sooner than this one was, unless starts acting up again or whatever that "problem" thing was where no one could log in. (lol) Love you peoples! Please review!
::NOTE:: There was a small "allusion" thingy to my other fic 'Sorcha,' at the end. For those of you who haven't read it, Albert is a (human) distant cousin of Dumbledore, and he's married to the queen of Atlantis, Riona. His stepdaughter's name is Sorcha. (Thus the title of my fic… lol.)
PS: Sorry if some of the languages are screwed up, lol.
