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Curious at Heart by riddikulus luna
Chapter 7 : The Case of Remus and Roberta
 
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Bloody Potions project. Bloody, bloody, bloody early project that doesn't seem so hard, but once you get into it, you collapse under an enormous amount of facts stuffed into your head. And I've never said this about a professor before, but BLOODY SLUGHORN(times infinity).
 
I swear, after carrying like a million piles of dusty books, that I pulled a muscle. After heaving the yet another pile of ancient books on the library table, I slowly lowered myself onto the chair and tiredly dragged the top book from the pile. I flipped through the first few pages, reading each potions description carefully. The further I went into the book, the more frustrated I became.
 
When is this effing book going to cooperate?? Okay, maybe it's me, but honestly, I nearly memorized all the potions and their uses. I sharply flipped a page and heard the fateful sound.
 
The sound you absolutely do not want to make when Madam Pince is in the same room as you.
 
A page ripping.
 
I took a sharp intake of breath and stared at the long rip in the book. Oh Merlin, this thing is ancient....
 
I quietly shut the book and put it in the middle of the pile. I reached for another book when Madam Pince came marching towards me, quill in hand.
 
Oh Merlin, oh Merlin, please don't do this to me, please, I'm begging you, please let the quill be for writing some fee, please don't let it be for stabbing, Merlin, I'm begging you, I don't want to die at such a young age...
 
Madam Pince came directly at me, her hawkish stare becoming more intimidating the closer she got. 
 
"Merett," she said slowly, observing me through her spectacles.
 
"Y-yes, Madam Pince?" My hands were closed into fists under the table.
 
"Did I just hear you mistreating one of my books?" she asked, glaring at me. I swear she has super ears.
 
"Uh..." C'mon, say something, Amber! "Um..." No, not that! "Y-yeah." Okay, I'm either attempting suicide by saying that or I'm accepting the fact that I'm going to live on the streets for the rest of my life.
 
That's when she exploded.
 
"DISGRACE! I KNEW IT! I TOLD DUMBLEDORE TO GET RID OF THE STUDENTS AND THEIR GERMY FINGERS! GET OUT OF THIS PLACE! OUT! NOW! GET! OUT!!" Madam Pince screeched. 
 
Frightened to death, I swung my bag over my shoulder and rushed out of the library, but not before grabbing one of the books in one swift movement I hoped she hadn't seen.
 
I ran around the whole school. Seriously. All the staircases, portraits(if I knew the password), and even to the front of all the Houses' common room doors.
 
I finally reached the Ravenclaw staircase. Too tired to go up, I just sat on the fourth step and looked at the book I had randomly taken/stolen from the library. I felt guilty, but Madam Pince couldn't scream at student's faces like that. I traced the title with my finger. The Big Book of All Potions Created.

I carefully opened the book to a random page. Scanning the page, I felt fascinated. This book had everything. Literally, everything. I grinned to myself. I've got to show this to Remus.






"Elia?"

I pushed open the dormitory door, expecting a blow of lavender in my face. But it never came. My eyes widened when I saw the scene.

Elia's bed curtains were torn, her pillows slashed open, and her blankets were violently thrown over the side of her bed, which apparently hit her flower vase. Elia's carefully arranged flowers were strewn all over the floor, along with glass shreds and a small puddle of water.

"Elia?"

There was Elia, her pretty figure curled up on the bed, quietly sniffling.

"Elia...?"

"Hmm?" Elia grunted.

"Okay, what happened?" I walked over to her side, avoiding stepping on broken shreds of glass.

She hiccuped and sniffled some more. Then I noticed that there were bottles of firewhiskey beside her bed. Oh, Merlin.

"Damn it!" I ran out of the room in search for Fedora, hoping for some help.

I ran(again) through hallways, opening each broom closet. I scared some snogging couples in a few closets, but I just apologized and closed the door.

"Amberlynn!"

I whirled around. Madam Pomfrey was waddling after me, calling.

"Oh, hi, Madam Pomfrey."

"Amber, I think we can take that cast off now! I just want to take a look at it. All I need to you to do is drink the sleeping potion and when you wake up, it's going to be over," she said, guiding me to the hospital wing and sat me down on a cot. She had the potion all ready for me in a cup. I thanked her and drank it....







I slowly opened my eyes and glanced around. Madam Pomfrey wasn't here anymore. Then I groaned when I remembered what condition Elia was in. Damn it. I shouldn't have left her.

Another thought hit me. Why did I feel like something was missing? I grinned as I lifted up my left arm. The cast was gone. My arm felt normal. It looked normal, except for a faint scar running about five inches across my arm. It kinda looks like the scars Remus has on his face. I frowned. What happened to him anyway? Those looked like some pretty wicked scars.

I wiggled my arm around, testing it. I picked up my Healer book. I did a little dance with my arms. I grinned once more. No one needed to carry my books anymore. I could help Remus writing the essay. I can play Quidditch.

Hallelujah! I feel like I could sing to the heavens today. Maybe I'll join the choir today. I'm pretty sure they have one of those clubs at Hogwarts...

"Ah, I see you've discovered that things are going to be back to normal today."

I grinned at Madam Pomfrey, who was coming in. I hopped off the cot and gave her a hug.

"Ohh!" Madam Pomfrey laughed and returned the hug.

"I don't know how you did it, but it was pretty amazing," I said, picking up my bag.

"Aren't you training to be a Healer? You can drop in and I can give you some extra lessons," she offered. I brightened up.

"Sure! When should I come?"

"Whenever you have time. I'm usually stuck here all day anyway...for some reason Albus won't—oh, you can go now. That arm will do just fine," Madam Pomfrey waved and disappeared back into the hospital wing as I skipped out.

Oh glory! Yes!! I'm back to normal! Hopefully now this would clear up the rumors of why I had a cast on. You do seem to get well known once you become a prefect. Or in some cases, more well known. If that's possible.

I ran all the way back up to the Ravenclaw common room and hopped up the staircase to the girls' dormitories two steps at a time. I cautiously opened the door and peeked through.

Fedora was reading the new edition of Witch Weekly on her bed, while Elia was quietly snoozing on hers. The mess was cleared up and the firewhiskey bottles gone. Everything was in order.

I gratefully let out my breath and swung the door wide open. Everything happened in a flash. Fedora suddenly jumped off her bed and bounded toward me. She put her hands on my shoulders and shook me like it was the end of the world.

"Where were you, woman?! Elia was like a crazy hippo—"

I waved my left arm in front of her.

"See anything different?"

Fedora frowned.

"What?"

My head made jerky movements toward my arm. "Arm, arm, arm-"

"OH MY BEARDLESS MERLIN!!"

What?!
"OH MY—" Fedora tried fanning her herself frantically. "THAT STUPID THING IS OFF YOUR ARM! FINALLY! YOU DO NOT KNOW HOW MANY TIMES PEOPLE STARTED COMING UP TO ME ASKING WHY YOU HAD THAT PIECE OF CRAP ON!"

"I know! I know!" I excitedly said.

Fedora squealed, "Can't believe it's off! I'll get some privacy back!"

She hugged me tightly, making my gasp for breath. "THANK YOU FOR SAVING ME!"

"Ugghh."

I looked over Fedora's shoulder as she turned around. "How's she doing?"

The Sleeping Queen Hippo was rubbing her eyes as she rose from her eternal slumber.

"Tristen dumped her."

I looked at Fedora with shock. "Seriously?"

She nodded grimly, her excitement washed away. "This morning. In the Great Hall. In front of everyone. You were still here when it happened. Less than four hours ago."

"In front of everyone? Why didn't you tell me?" I asked.

"Amber? Where's your arm?"

Fedora and I looked at each other in alarm.

"...cast?"

We sighed deeply with relief.

"Hallelujah, Elia. We thought you were dead," I said. Fedora rolled her eyes and went back to her Witch Weekly.

"I'm fine..." Elia shrugged and sat upright in her bed.

"Oh, yeah, I can tell. You're in perfect health, you haven't been drinking firewhiskey, you've cleaned yourself up...oh, and look!" I grabbed a mirror from Fedora's trunk and held it up to Elia. "You look fantastic! Every bloke in school is going to kiss your shoes, put you on a throne, lift that throne up with their bare hands, call you Queen Elia, and your name will be written down in history! HOW MANY BLOODY BOTTLES DID YOU DRINK?!"

Elia groaned. "I dunno."

I looked at Fedora and gave her the Are-you-going-to-help-me-or-not? look. She raised her hands in surrender and the Witch Weekly issue dropped on her lap.

I sighed. "Elia...do you want to talk about it?"

Fedora jumped in. "Look, Tristen is a jerk and everything, but you don't have to maroon yourself in here and drink firewhiskey—on your BED!"

Elia buried her face in her pillow. I patted her back. "We won't force you to do anything, but you have to get over this. There's no point not showing your face. Who cares about Tristen? He can do whatever the hell he wants! It won't affect you! It's over, Elia. I'm sorry, but this isn't the thing where you have to go in hiding. You—"

"Oh, Amber, you and your speeches. You know how much it bores me?" Fedora did a face palm and fell over on her bed, doing fake piggy-like snores.

"Oh, shut it," I said, giving Fedora a light punch on the shoulder.

Elia giggled. I turned to her. "Uh, what are you laughing at?"

"You guys are so funny. Okay, help me with my hair. I'm going to class today," Elia hopped up from her bed as if no affair happened between firewhiskey and herself.

"Wow, that was an abrupt change of topic," I muttered, following Fedora and Elia into the bathroom.

Fedora took a nice long look at Elia."Ugh, you're a mess."

"I think we've already confirmed at a few minutes ago."

Elia rolled her eyes  at me. "Ok, my wand...thanks...Fedora, start on the hair. Amber, you can clean up the room and..."






We're going to Hogsmeade tomorrow. We're going to Hogsmeade tomorrow. What am I going to do when I get there?

The same question runs through my mind every time a visit to Hogsmeade comes up.

What will I do?

"Lynnie. You have that expression again...that weird face where it looks like your looking at something really hard for no apparent reason."

"Huh?" Dazed, I shake myself.

Fedora sighed. "Oh, eat your food already! How can you not be hungry during lunch??"

The chatter of students and the clinking of forks and spoons drowned her voice out. The Great Hall is a great place to chit chat, but only if you can hear the other person in the conversation.

"Can't hear you," I said.

"That's because you're not paying attention! Just eat or I'll eat that pork chop for you."

After finishing my meal, we both set off(Elia had make-up sessions with Professor McGonagall for missing Transfiguration that morning) to our next class: Charms. Personally, I was excellent that Charms, especially when a delighted Flitwick claps so enthusiastically that I wonder how he keeps his balance on those pile of books he stands on.

"So who are you going with to Hogsmeade?" I asked.

"Oh, I'm not going tomorrow," Fedora replied.

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Wait, what? You always go!"

"Well, it seems like Sirius has other plans...I want to see what he's going to be up to," Fedora's face lightening up at Sirius Black's name.

"Uh, doesn't that classify as stalking?"I questioned.

Fedora made a 'ppshh' sound."Of course not! I'm just going to be...accompanying him...around."

"Ahh."

She turned to me. "Lynnie, don't tell me you've turned down yet another boy. You know, you should give them a chance. They just want to take you to Hogsmeade. Then take you back. Simple. Has anyone asked you yet?"

I felt my cheeks reddening.

Every Hogsmeade, there's always at least two to three boys that ask me to go with them. As a date. And...well...I always turn them down. I'm not even sure why I do that, but I think it's because I'm not entirely ready to do that yet. Just not yet.

"Fedora, I don't have to go with one of them. I could just go with Elia or someone, like I always do."

Fedora stopped dead in her tracks and turned to me. "Lynnie, this has got to change. Really! You're hot—"

"Oh jeez."

"—you're a prefect, and you're one sharp Ravenclaw! Accept, seriously. When someone asks you today, say yes. Heck, first come first serve! The first bloke that asks you to Hogsmeade with him, go with him." Fedora gave me an earnest stare. "Promise?"

"I have to promise?" I raised an eyebrow.

Fedora nodded solemnly. "Please. If you do it this time, you're bound to go out with him a second time. So just try it. Pw-wease?"

She gave me a puppy dog look.

"Fedora, it doesn't really work that effectively when you get older."

"Oh, who cares, just promise you'll go with whoever asks you first?"

I threw my hands up in surrender. "Oh, what the heck, fine!"

Fedora smiled.






Sirius Black
"I swear, their skirts seem to be getting shorter each day!"

Remus turned to James and raised an eyebrow.

James replied in a sassy tone, "Don't look at me like that, you know it's true! You can see it too, right?"

We all knew he was watching Lily, who just went up to the girls' dormitory a minute ago.

"I wonder who the uniform designer is. Do you think it's Dumbledore?" I asked, reaching into Remus' pile of Honeyduke's chocolate.

"Do you think Professor Dumbledore actually designs it short on purpose?" Peter piped up, stuffing his face with nearly half of Remus' chocolate pile.

"We don't even know if Professor Dumbledore designed the uniform," Remus said logically, his eyes not straying from him book.

"It's not McGonagall, she wouldn't wear skirts higher that her knee, much less allow it," I mumbled while chewing on the rich chocolate.

"Well, it's allowed. Where ever you see a girl, you see the skirt. McGonagall sees it everyday. If she had an objection about it, she would've said something about it to Dumbledore now. It shouldn't be allowed anyway...they're all trying to kill us by temptation..." James rubbed his eyes under his glasses as if trying to clear an image off his mind.

"Merlin, what has gotten into you? It has got to be allowed! It's for us to stare at, duh," I dove in for another bite of chocolate.

A silence spread as one by one, they all turned and stared at me. The crackle of the fire in front of us did not help. Everyone in the common room was off somewhere else now.

"I like cheese."

"Thank you, Peter."

And the discussion went on.






"Ugh, why are the skirts so short? I've never remembered them being this short. Shows too much leg."

Fedora stepped back and took a look at me.

"You look cute!" She whirled me around. "Eekk! I can't wait until someone asks you out!" she squealed.

"Oh pl—"

"Come on! It's break period. We're free for an hour." Fedora dragged me up to the dormitory.

"Fedora, I'm supposed to be in the library to show Remus—"

Fedora suddenly gasped. "Yes! Go!"

She pushed me out the door. "Yes, the library! Go there as planned...yes..."

"Wow, I've never seen you so excited to go to the library...do you even know how to get there?" I asked her. She was dragging me along with my bag in one hand and my wrist in the other.

"Of course...it's a left, then another left, then the portrait...hang on..." Fedora frowned. I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, just follow me." I lead her all the way to the library.

"Okay, I got this from here!" Fedora took my wrist again and went from shelf to shelf, peeking between books, looking for something. She finally spotted whatever she was looking for(I knew when she suddenly grinned) and turned me into a row of shelves.

"Let's see...you look okay. Let's straighten up that skirt—" Fedora straightened it. "—make that prefect badge shinier—" She did that. "—now, the hair...lets give it a small curl—" she whipped out her wand and quickly curled the ends of my hair. "—and finally, a nice smile on your face. Give me a smile." I gave her a small smile, still unsure why I was doing it.

"Wait, why are you doing this?" I asked, utterly confused.

She gave a pleased little smile. "Oh, just do whatever you arranged to do. I'll see you later." Fedora handed me my bag and gave me a quick wink over her shoulder before she turned into another row of shelves.

Okay...that was weird.

I emerged from the shadowy corner of the shelf and looked around for Remus. He was supposed to be here....I was startled to see that he was only about 10 feet away from me, at the window table, engrossed in a book. He was rolling up his sleeves while never taking his eyes off the big book.  Wow, does he work out? Wait, WHAT? Okay, pretend I never thought that. It was just this little voice in my head.

I strolled over to his table and sat down on the only other seat—which was in front of him.

"Hey, Remus."

Remus glanced up. "Oh, hey Amber. Did you find a potion yet?"

"No, but I want to show you something." I pulled out The Big Book of All Potions Created.

He took it from my hands and started flipping through the pages. "Wow...nearly all of the information in all the books I look at are right in here! Wow..."

I watched him as his smile grew wider. And his hair looking soft in the sunlight. I mean—

I looked away. Okay, little voice in my head, I thought. You don't need to plant unnecessary thoughts , got it? This is MY head.
I didn't get a response out of that. I might be going mental.

"This is great...can you go ahead and look for a potion we can do? It can take a month at the most," Remus said, piercing me with his sharp eyes.

"Then I can get started on the potion since—" he frowned. It took me a while to decipher that he was looking at my arm.

"Oh, oh, yeah! I forgot to tell you! Madam Pomfrey got it off today," I said lightly.

His face broke into a smile.

"Even better. Now I don't have to write the whole essay by myself," Remus handed the book back to me.

"Thanks...and I forgot to ask you something," I suddenly remembered.

"What?"

"Do you have any idea what Sirius might be doing tomorrow?" I asked innocently. Might as well do it for Fedora.

"Padfoot? He usually goes to Hogsmeade with the rest of us...he's got some talk about the length of the uniform skirts—" Remus stopped.

I raised an eyebrow. "That's an interesting subject."

He ruffled a hand through his hair, unsure of what to say. "Uh, well...that came out wrong."

I gave a good laugh at that. "Sorry—" I clamped my palm over my mouth to stifle the laughter. Remus smiled sheepishly.

When I finally calmed down, Remus had cracked a chuckle and quieted down a lot better than I did.

"Sorry about that." I looked around the library to see if Madam Pince was nearby. If she was, I'd probably be dead.

"Oh, it's okay...you should see Peter laughing. It's quite a sight, actually. He's—" He stopped. "You don't need the details....anyway, what's this about Sirius and Hogsmeade?" He asked.

"Fedora—his most recent girlfriend—wanted to know what he was doing tomorrow," I said. "Actually, I think she's just stalking him," I added.

Remus gave a smile on that. "Isn't everyone?"

"Actually, probably only the Ravenclaw Marauder Fan Club this time," I commented.

"We have one in Ravenclaw too?" he asked, flabbergasted.

I nodded. "They have meetings every Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday at 4 to 5 PM on the couch on the left side of the fireplace."

"Wow, that's...interesting...so, what are you doing tomorrow?" he asked.

I shrugged. "Nothing much. I don't know if Elia would go to Hogsmeade with me because her breakup and everything. And Fedora is out stalking Sirius...so, I guess it's just me going to Hogsmeade."

"Well, would you like to, let's say, join me for Hogsmeade tomorrow?" Remus slowly asked.

Wait...what? Did he just...ask me out to Hogsmeade?

"As—as friends, I mean," he hastily stammered.

Fedora's going to have a spaz attack.

I grinned. This might be the chance to spend more free time with Remus. "Sure! What time do you want to head out?"

Remus looked a lot more relaxed now. "I'll meet you at the Great Hall around, how about, 11?"

"Alright, I'll meet you there. Is there any reason why you're doing this?" I casually turned a page in my book.

"Well, I haven't known you for that long so I thought that if we could take a some turns around Hogsmeade, we would...get to know each other better," he explained, his eyes glancing from the window to his book and finally meeting mine with a shy gaze.

I nodded, keeping eye contact. "It was nice of you to think of that."

"Thanks...oh, crap." Remus checked his watch and grabbed a few books. "I got to go...well then, I'll see you tomorrow."

He stood up and finished gathering the last his books. I helped him clear up the table. "Okay, you too. Bye."

I watched him disappear around the corner of a bookshelf after giving me a wave. I just sat there, dumbfounded.

I'm not the best person to deal with emotions, so Fedora better not ask me how I felt or I'll throw her makeup bag out the window.

I stuffed my book back into my bag and cautiously scanned the library for Madam Pince. When, I confirmed the coast was clear, I crept quietly through the library and made my way to freedom.

Fedora is going to freak.

I don't know how I'm going to tell her that Remus Lupin asked me to go to Hogsmeade with him. And that I accepted.

She's probably going to twist the whole concept around. She has a way of doing those things.

But it won't matter. Because the Remus Lupin asked me out.

WHOA, HOLD YOUR HORSES.

Yes, YOU. I told you NOT to plant these thoughts in my head, little voice in my head. You got that? I'm seriously considering if I should go to St. Mungo's and take some medicine for suspiciously familiar voices in your head. If your going to stay in there, you gotta keep your opinions to your little self, comprende?

I shook myself. This is NOT happening. I an NOT on the brink of insanity. Okay, the first sign of insanity is talking to your own head, but I wasn't talking to my head. It was...well...a different voice. I guess.

That was weak.

I continued down the hallway, occasionally greeting some...er....acquaintances I knew. Sometimes I didn't even know someone and they would just come up and greet me like we're old chums. Weird.

I finally arrived at the circling staircase that led up to the Ravenclaw common room. After answering a question I nearly got stumped on, I entered the spacious common room. At once, I strolled over to the bulletin board.

Missing watch, lost Remembrall, Gobstones Club meeting on Sunday, charmed sock on the loose, Quidditch tryouts on Monday...

My eyes snapped back to the scrawled writing that said, 'Ravenclaw Quidditch Tryouts'. I picked it off the bulletin board and started reading.

Ravenclaw Quidditch Tryouts

If you have some sort of Quidditch skill, tryout for the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team. (epic music)
Tryouts are on Monday at one o' clock.
Do not use the school brooms.
First years, do NOT tryout.
I'm serious. My eyebrows just grew back.

When you have shown all you've got, I'll decide whether or not you have the skill to earn a position in the Ravenclaw Quidditch Team. (Epic music)

CAPTAIN Terence Boot.
 
I rolled my eyes and tacked the note back up. Tere always has to be so dramatic. Maybe that's why nearly the whole Ravenclaw House tried out last year.

"Like what you see?"

I turned around to see Tere with a confident smile on his face.

"Didn't you feel so epic when you read that?" Tere asked, putting an arm around me. "The Ravenclaw Quidditch Team." With his other hand, he lifted it up in front of us and shook it with each word.

I raised an eyebrow and said," Was that 'epic music' part really necessary?"

"Ahh," Tere smirked and turned his face to me. "But it draws people to the tryouts, you see."

I let out a laugh. "I  certainly didn't want to go when I read that."

Tere snapped his fingers. "Hang on, are you going to tryout? You're our best Chaser, you gotta tryout. I heard James Potter is the Captain for the Gryffies this year. He's...uh...a good Chaser, which gives us a little competition to work with," Tere said reluctantly.

I chuckled. "Don't worry, I'm trying out. I did every year so why stop now?"

Tere nodded. "Yeah, well, everyone who was on our team last year is still here except for Erin so I think tryouts would be fairly easy."

"Tere! You're not supposed to keep your faith on old teammates! You're supposed to take a look at everyone, you git!" I exclaimed, giving him a little slap on the arm.

Tere put his hands up. "Okay, got it! I mean, there aren't many lookers out there. We're just a smart bunch, not an athletic one. That's what the whole idea of Ravenclaw is, isn't it? So nearly the whole house is booked on strategy, not skill. Our team last year was the best, not saying that no one here can live up to our standards. Remember the good times we had?"

I groan pathetically. "You mean after we finished a game to hit the showers, you blokes somehow wiggled your way in the girls' showering room?"

Tere nodded appreciatively. "Good times."

"Then you guys wouldn't put your clothes on so you brainless arses walked around the changing room half naked to show off your upper body?"

"We have six-packs, for your information," Tere said indignantly.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah. I gotta go put some stuff down...have you seen Fedora?"

Tere scratched the back of his head. "I think she's in the dormitory. Not sure. Last time I saw her, she was squabbling to me about freakin' Sirius Black."

I made a face. "She's talking to you about it now? Well, that's not the improvement I was hoping for. I'll see you at dinner, Tere."

"And I'll see you at tryouts. Don't be late. Make sure Richard hears about it too," he said, calling over his shoulder as he walked away.

I trudged up the stairs and opened the door to the dormitory. Suddenly, a world of blond, pink, and lipstick flew right into me.

"OHMIGAWSH, WHAT HAPPENED?!"

"CRAP!" I fell on the floor with Fedora sitting on top of me, shaking my shoulders roughly.

"YOU GOTTA TELL MOI, I'M DYING, LYNNIE!"

"Damn you, Fedora! Get off me!"

Fedora ignored me. "TELL ALREADY! RICHIE TOLD ME YOU GUYS WERE LEANING TOWARDS EACH OTHER!"

I'm going to kill Richard.

"We were not leaning towards each other at all! If you want me to tell you what happened, get off me!! This is a really awkward position."

Fedora took a look at our positions. Then, as slow as a snail, she picked herself up and gave me a hand.

"Alright. But you have to tell me all the details," she sniffed.

I sighed. "Agh, fine."

I went on to tell Fedora about the book I showed him and all that.

"...and then, uh, he kindaaskedmetohogsmeade."

Fedora's eyes widened. "Oh. My. G—"

"As friends," I added.

Fedora shook her head. "Don't you see? He's just making a step. Then he's going to be making another one. Soon enough, he'll be asking you out. Like a date."

I rolled my eyes. "You think everything is somehow a date."

She sniffed again. "You'll see. When that happens, I'm going to go full 'I-told-you-so' mode on you."

I shrugged. "Whatever."

"This is going to be perfect! What time are you guys going?" Fedora clapped her hands together with finality.

"Around eleven," I said, setting down my bag.

Fedora did some quick thinking. "I'm going to set you up for the da—er, meeting. Where's that alarm clock that I threw at the wall once?"

She walked over to her trunk and started rummaging through it. I sighed and plopped down on my bed.

This is going to take a loooong time.





Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep...
I groaned. What was that stupid sound??

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I grabbed my pillow and put it over my head to muffle the sound.

Beep. Beep. Beep.
"Ugghhh..." I groaned. Apparently the pillow didn't help at all. The beeping sound pierced right through it, making me annoyed.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I opened my eyes and was hardly expecting a ray of bright light blasted into my face.

Who opened the freaking curtains?!
Surprised at the sudden brightness made me fall backwards out of bed, with made me let go of my blankets and fall on the floor with no cushioning.

Beep. Beep. Beep.
"Ow, damn it, ow." I picked myself up slowly, ignoring the pain that was slowly easing up my back, and grabbed my pillow. I made a wild throw in the direction of the beeping and heard a dull thunk and a clatter.

Beep. Be

I smiled to myself, despite the pain.

At least the beeping stopped.

"Mornin' Lynnie."

"Morning, Fedora."

Fedora gracefully climbed out of bed, unlike the klutzy(not to mention violent) way I did.

She then stopped and pointed at my bed stand.

"Didn't I put an alarm clock there to wake you up?"

I scratched the back of my head. "Oh, yeah, that. I kinda hit it with my pillow."

She shrugged and walked over to my trunk and opened it. Fedora brought out a stack of clothes that she picked out and handed it to me.

"Put that on first. I'll do the rest later," she said, turning around and going to her own trunk to pick out clothes.

I walked over to the bathroom and closed the door. Looking at the clothes Fedora picked out, I raised my eyebrows at her choice. She had picked out a light blue deep V-neck blouse and knee length khaki shorts. I didn't have any problem with the shorts, but whenever I wore this blouse, I put a tank top or something under it. I opened the door and poked my head out.

"Fedora, hand me my tank top."

Fedora furrowed her brows. "Why?"

I showed her the deep V in the blouse.

She rolled her eyes. "Fine." And she went through my trunk to toss the tank top to me.

"Thanks." I closed the door.

After pulling on my clothes, I did my regular routine of brushing my teeth, washing my face, and combing my hair.

I exited the bathroom and found Fedora, already changed out of her PJs, and into her regular 'sexy' clothes. She was helping Elia(who had apparently woken up while I was in the bathoom) put her earrings on.

"Stupid earrings..." Fedora muttered.

"Hey Elia," I said and sat myself down next to Elia.

"Hey," Elia replied. "so I heard about your little date." She raised her eyebrows suggestively.

I glared at Fedora. "It's not a date. We're going as friends."

But it seems a lot like a date...a boy and a girl...alone...

You're still here?? Hey, I thought we had a deal, little voice.

And he's a Marauder... a cute one too.

Shut up, Roberta.

I had named this voice Roberta.

Roberta apparently creeps into my thoughts and battles my mind whenever it comes to the subject of Remus.

Weird.

"Amber? Are you okay?" Elia waved her hand in front of my face.

"Yeah, fine," I muttered.

Fedora finished fixing Elia's earring on and took a final look at Elia with an air finality(she likes to do that).

"You. Bathroom. Now," she said, snapping her fingers and pointing at the bathroom door.

I entered the bathroom once more and tried not to wake my other dormitory mates as I closed the door behind Fedora.

She rubbed her hands together and had her 'It's-Go-Time' look. It's scary, really.

Fedora whipped out her wand and transfigured a towel into a chair. A hard, wooden one. Nice, Fedora, really.

She directed me into the chair and fondled her precious wand.

I'm kinda scared.





"BACON! Hand—that—back—" Richard clambered under the table and made a grab for the bacon in Tere's hand.

Tere took a bite out of the bacon and relished the deliciousness exaggeratedly. "Mmmmm! Ahhhhh!"

The Great Hall was full of these little squabbles. Especially breakfast time. Most important meal of the day, eh?

Richard and Tere had finally gotten over the fact that I was wearing lip gloss(I had insisted that makeup should be off-limits in this...'meeting').

I finished the last of my scrambled eggs and grabbed Richard's wrist(the one that wasn't groping for his bacon) and looked at his watch.

10:50.

I let go and gave Richard full use of both of his hands to attack Tere again. When I heard the little squeak of Professor Flitwick, I knew I should keep a ten feet radius away from the point deduction that Richard and Tere were going to get in about a minute or so.

"Okay, gotta go," I said, standing up.

Fedora was feigning dramatic crying. "My little Lynnie is going on a date!"

Elia joined in the act. "They grow up so fast don't they?"

Fedora nodded and said, "They'll be snogging before we know it!"

"Oh, shut it." I rolled my eyes, turned around, and waved over my shoulder as I walked away.

At the entrance of the Great Hall, Remus was waiting for me, wearing a casual button up shirt and jeans.

When he saw me, he waved and said, "You ready?"

I smiled and replied, "Let's go."

And so we went.







A/N: Hey, I'm back from my hiatus! So....what do think? Remus and Amber off Hogsmeade...don't worry, I'm going to put the details of their little trip in the next chapter. Well, sorry if I kept delaying the chapter, I needed to edit it. This must have been the hardest chapter for me to write. Not sure why.
Errghh, school is starting! Noo! I'll find some time to write and stuff. Hopefully the time gap between each chapter won't be as long as this one and the previous chapter.

~ riddikulus luna.

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