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Remus wakes up later that night and notices Elizabeth sitting on the window seat, looking at the night sky. He looks at her and admires her beauty. He eventually gets up and goes over to her. "What are you looking at?" He asks when he gets closer. She jumps and Remus has to place his hands on her shoulder to keep her from falling. She looks up and notices that their faces were inches apart. They both blush and look away. "So, um what were you looking at?" He whispers at her.
"The moon." She answers simply.
Remus gulps and replies he hopes sounds more confident than he is, "Yes, it… um… beautiful.. I guess." The truth is that he was petrified by the moon. Its radiant glow was an eerily beautiful thing. It also was the worst thing in the sky. It was a symbol of what he turned into each month.
"Yes, it is beautiful, but I don't understand how something that beautiful can scare me so much." Elizabeth says softly and looks at the moon again.
Remus looks at Elizabeth in wonder. Why would she be scared of the moon? He thinks as somewhere in the forest an ordinary wolf howls. Remus, who was still looking at Elizabeth, noticed a slight shiver run down her spine. He also noticed that she had goose bumps on the back of her neck. As if it was an instinct, he reached over and put a hand on the small of her back. Elizabeth looks over at Remus with her large brown eyes. As he gazes into them, Remus tries to figure out what is was he sees in them. Was it sadness? No. It defiantly wasn't happiness, but it also wasn't anger or compassion. It was somewhere in the middle of these. Remus begins to give her a lower back rub. He moves his hand around the small area in gentle, continuous circles. It was something his always use to do to him when he was tired, or after full moon, or uncertain of something. When he looks back at her, she was looking at the moon again, but he noticed a small smile on her lips. Just kiss her. A little voice in his head, which sounded remarkably like Sirius, says, but Remus paid no attention to this voice. It isn't the right time. I need to get to know her better before making a move. I mean, I'm not James or Sirius. I knew I have trouble getting into a relationship with anyone, because I don't know if I could trust anyone but my friends with my secret. I feel like I can tell Elizabeth how I feel and who I am and she won't run. That she wouldn't hide from me. That she wouldn't look at me in fear when she finds out what kind of monster I become once a month. I feel that she would understand.
"Remus," a soft voice penetrates his thoughts, "are you okay? You seem distant."
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just looking at the moon as well, it is beautiful, but I.." He starts to say but shakes his head. "No, it doesn't matter. You'd probably would laugh.
"No I wouldn't. What were you going to say Remus?" Elizabeth asks in a curious voice.
"I'm scared of the moon yet its glow is something that I can never get out of my head." He says and looks at her.
After a silence, to what seemed like an hour to Remus, Elizabeth finally spoke. "Me too."
As Elizabeth looks at the moon, her gaze never leaving the moon, Remus notices the different expressions flying across her face. It was only then that Remus realizes that he was still rubbing the small of her back. He pulls his hand away gently, but Elizabeth notices and turns and looks at him. "Thank you." She says in a soft whisper. "I get home sick and I have a lot on my mind." She continues.
"I know. You were pretty tense." He says softly.
"Well I'm not now. How did you get so good at comforting people?" Elizabeth says with a smile.
Remus was at a loss for words. What could he say? Finally, he stutters out something from the top of his head. "Um well… I'm not very good at it… my mum is a very good person. She would do this for me when… when… she is better than it than I am." She nods at him. "Well we're going to Diagon Alley tomorrow to get our school stuff, so we should get back to bed."
"Yeah, thanks again, Remus." Elizabeth says with an appreciative smile.
"Anytime Lizabet." He says with a small sweet smile.
"Lizabet? Never heard that one before." She says as she gets into bed. She soon falls asleep.
Remus rolls over once he knew for sure that she was asleep and looks at her face in thought. There is something different about her and I have no idea what it is. A small piece of hair falls across her face and Remus leans forward and tucks it behind her ear. She really was an amazing person. Laughing and having fun one minute, and then mysterious the next. Elizabeth smiles in her sleep. Still looking, Remus wondered what she was smiling about. What was she dreaming about?
Little did he know, Elizabeth's dreams were filled with a caring, sensitive smile. His caring, sensitive smile.