Scarlet Snow Part II

"So you enjoy writing? I never would have thought you would, I mean you never did any of the essays that I asked you to do for class," he said as he gave her a very pointed look. Luna blushed lightly at this, in her early years of school she was quite horrible when it came to turning in any homework. Not that she was dumb or anything, but she simply didn't like to have to work on homework. The castle was simply so wonderful she couldn't stand having to stay inside and have to do work. However, as she got older she learned that it was best to do the work during the day and go out exploring in the evenings.

"Yes I know, I should have done my work, but I couldn't help it. The castle was simply so much more fascinating. Believe me, I was much worse in my first year and I did do some of the homework in your class," Luna said with a somewhat sheepish smile as she lookld at him. They were both still in her bed, neither one of them had slept the whole night and instead had speant it talking about a wide variety of subjects. The morning sun was begining to rise and screen into the room through the window. Luna was sitting up in bed, staring at Remus, who was also sitting up but leaning against the many pillows she had provided for him and the headboard.

"Yes you did. If you didn't do so well in my class and on the rare assignements that you did you would have had me wondering how it is that you were placed in Ravenclaw," he said as he stared at her. She smiled at this and looked down at her hands. "So what do you enjoy writing? Stories of poetry?" he asked as he stared at her. She smiled at him.

"Poetry, I'm horrid when it comes to stories," she said as she stared at him. "I guess it's because poetry, can make no sense at all and be a work of art, where a story, to be good, has to have a plotline and good characters. It was to have a good introduction, Climax and a good conclusion and my brain is simply not structured for that," Luna said as she thought about the reason tha tshe didn't write stories. She had attempted it before, however, never succesfully.

"I'm afraid that I do not have an artistic bone in my body, but that isn't to say that I do not enjoy the arts," he said as he stared at her.

"My mum loved the stuff. She placed me in ballet classes when I was a little girl and that was a catastrophy. I have no sense of cordination. She signed me up for art classes as well, but the teacher said that I have no eye for art and neither do I posses the ability to even draw stick figures. She wasn't a very nice person and I'm glad I didn't have to continue to take that either," Luna said as she stared at Remus. "I think that I dissapointed my mum with the fact that I couldn't draw or dance, but she was so proud of me when she realized that I liked to write and loved to read."

"My parents didn't really approve of my enjoyment of reading. They would have much rather perferred if I did my chores rather than spend my days in my room reading. However, they only wanted me to be happy and therefore never really said anything unless I really disobeyed them by noth doing an important chore," Remus said with a somewhat bitter smile, thinking about those days that he had disobeyed his parents. They would yell at him, and do nothing more but take away his books.

"My mum was absolute perfection, and I wanted so much to be like her, because I always felt like everything I did was a dissapointment for her. It wasn't until after she passed that I realized that she didn't want perfection from me. That she just wanted me to be me and wanted to help me find who I am," Luna said, while staring down at her hands. Remus wondered how it was possible that she was speaking so lucidly when you could hardly ever understand a word that she says. Everything she ever said to him in the past seemed to be riddles and this all made perfect sense.

Luna looked away from remus face with a smile and tried very hard not to blush, the way that he was staring at her was like there was nothing more precious in the world. Like there was no jewel or treasure in the world that was more desirable or valuable. Remus stared at Luna and smiled as she looked away. The truth was, that to him she was absolute perfectiong and he would give anything int he world if he could freeze that very moment. That look of inocence and purity in her downcast gaze. If ther were anything in the world that he could possibly give he knew that he would give it, jsut so that he could admire her angelic perfection.

"Have you ever felt, like there is a moment in time, that everything is so perfect, you wish that the moment could just be frozen so that you wouldn't have to fear, that soon it would be over and that there would never be another moment in your life, that will ever make you feel the same way?" Remus said as he stared at her. Luna looked up and stared at him with her startling blue gaze and stared at him for a very long moment, her eyes sparkling like jewels.

"To tell the truth, the only moments in my life, where I have been lucid enough to believe, that the moment, was the one that I would wish to hold on to, have only ever been when I am with you," Luna said as she stared into his eyes. "Is that strange?" she asked. Remus stared into her eyes, those blue eyes that made him forget of imorality and the worldly worries of impending doom. Those blue eyes, that made his mind forget of all his troubles and past pains and washed it all away, carrying it away like a sea does a shell and making it got lost somewhere in the deep blue sea. It was those very eyes, that seemed to capture him and make him feel so light, so free that he could never tear himself away from.

"Perhaps, but I can say honestatly that it is only with you that I wish time would freeze," Remus said. Luna smiled as she stared into his amber eyes, that made her feel the very same way that she felt when her family was complete and sitting before the christmas fire, dirinking hot chocolate. It was that feeling of unity and love, the very feeling she had felt when she put on the sweaters her mother knitted for her, or when she burried her face in her mother's hair. It was that very feeling, that made her feel like she was safe and nothing could harm her.

"What does that mean?" Luna asked.

TBC...

A/N: Sorry about taking so long to update and the short chapter, but I wanted to put something up for New Years Day. Please leave a review or tell me what I should do next because at this point I don't know. Happy New Years!