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Chapter 21 : Dislocated Shoulders and Sickbeds
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Dislocated Shoulders and Sickbeds
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"It's not broken, only dislocated," Madam Pomfrey declared as she stepped back from the bed Myra was sitting on. The matron had cast a series of diagnostic spells, finally casting one spell that included a series of complicated twisting motions, that made a rather disgusting image of the inside of Myra's arm project itself in the air above her head. "I can see it has undergone serious stress. What were you doing before Mr Black... intervened?"
"Nothing out of the ordinary, eating, walking..." Myra tried to think back on the last few days as she answered. "Homework... Nothing out of the ordinary." If her shoulder had been badly injured before, she certainly would have known.
"I see. Well, from what Professor McGonagall has told me, then... I doubt it was dislocated before you fell to the floor. If you're certain you haven't done any strenuous activities lately, then it was Mr Black's treatment that eventually caused the dislocation."
Professor McGonagall stood at the foot of the bed, her arms folded across her chest, lips thin and expression unreadable. "Is it too severe, Poppy? Do you believe you'll be able to put it back in place?"
"Of course. It's just that, the issues with dislocation is that patients have a tendency to re-injure themselves if not careful, or without thorough therapy. This shoulder has gone through a lot today. It was wrenched twice, then fallen upon from a considerable height. That will make it more painful and difficult to correct, since the joint and muscles have taken a beating. I can make it right, though as for the grade of severity... I say it's high. You, Miss Kinney," the nurse turned to Myra, "will have to be extra careful in the future, to avoid dislocating it again. I think I will have to keep Miss Kinney here, at least for the rest of the day."
"Very well," McGonagall muttered, and closed her eyes for a second. "Two hundred points from Mr Sirius Black," she said to no one. Myra thought she should have been devastated by how many points Gryffindor had lost that day, but she couldn't help but feel that Sirius and his friends deserved the hatred they would have to endure because of it. Besides, it was still early in the year; those points could easily be earned back.
"Do you have any extracurricular activities today, Miss Kinney?" McGonagall asked.
"I have Gobstones tonight," Myra answered, suddenly feeling a bit depressed. She could have let out some steam playing that evening. It may not have been a particularly violent or vigorous activity, but the putrid smell and competitiveness was usually helpful in letting out all sorts of stress and frustrations.
"I'll inform Professor Kavanagh. Feel better, Miss Kinney." With that Professor McGonagall left to take care of the rest of her lesson.
Madam Pomfrey got back to working on Myra. Several potions, draughts and salves were summoned and a screen was levitated around the bed. Myra was ordered to take off her cardigan and shirt. She instantly feared for the cut on her other arm, and decided it was enough to just pull off the clothes on half of her upper body. When she was done, Pomfrey just looked at her.
"Do you need help with the rest?" she asked, puzzled, but already reaching out to help remove her top completely.
"Is that necessary?" Myra recoiled from the nurse's touch, stopping herself only when she realised how suspicious that might seem. "It's just the right side that needs help."
"You've never been bashful before, Miss Kinney. What has changed?"
"Hormones?" Myra tried.
Madam Pomfrey clucked her tongue. "That won't do. It will be a much easier procedure if your entire upper body is free of restraint." She began pulling off the rest of Myra's cardigan and shirt, while Myra slumped in resignation.
"What is this?" Madam Pomfrey asked as the scratch was revealed. It looked better than it had last night, but it still hurt.
Looking at the red stripe of skin, Myra thought quickly. "I, uh, tripped during patrol last night. My arm grazed the sword of some armour." She didn't quite dare to meet the nurse' eyes, hoping that just this once the nurse would believe her and not ask any more questions about it.
Eventually Pomfrey spoke. "Very well." She sounded far from convinced. "It looks clean. I don't think it's going to scar, so no need to deal with that." Back to being all business, she focused on the dislocation. "This will work instantaneously to numb some of the pain, but not entirely." The nurse smeared a thick layer of clear salve on and around Myra's shoulder and arm. "Now I want you to relax completely and sit very still as I make the bone rejoin the joint."
Although she had been commanded to, Myra struggled to relax. Still, she took a few deep breaths and imagined herself sitting high up in Hope Woodlands, no one in sight but her, no tourists, no sister or father. Then Pomfrey pointed her wand at the shoulder and suddenly Myra heard a snap and felt pain. Only it wasn't blinding, as she had expected it to be. Instead it was a mild pain, as if she had merely fallen out of bed and hit the floor really hard.
"Drink these as quickly as you can, it will speed up the healing process." Madam Pomfrey held out two phials. Myra did as ordered, sputtering a bit with the first one, but forcing them down and swallowing several times to keep everything down afterwards. Then Madam Pomfrey cleaned away the salve and helped Myra get dressed, before conjuring a sling and gently putting the arm in it. "Now you can just sit back and relax, and don't use your right arm for anything until you get the all clear from me."
"I have a question," Myra said. "If I'm going to dislocate it again, it will have to be if someone yanks hard on it or something like that, right?"
Madam Pomfrey shook her head. "I'm afraid not. Doing everyday things may cause it; you may even dislocate it in your sleep. And if it happens very often, you will need special treatment to repair the damage to the affected bones, muscles and tendons. And that includes Skelegro; I trust you remember what that treatment feels like."
Myra nodded, feeling a bit pale. Back in third year, when she had done out-of-classes flying practice, she had fallen and had been absolutely sure she had broken her arm. Hestia had started Pre-healing that year, and had shown Myra a spell that was said to mend broken bones. Myra had tried it on herself, and it resulted in the loss of bones in one finger and half the bone in her lower arm. Safe to say Myra still had nightmares about that sort of pain.
Myra shook her head, but as she did she saw something in the corner of her eye. Turning her head that way she saw the only other occupied bed covered by screens. Since she had left the classroom on the fifth floor, Myra had forgotten about Remus. All the regret and guilt came rushing back, but the feeling most prominent was worry about him. She sat up and made to get out of the bed. "Is that Remus behind there?" she asked.
"There's no one behind there," Madam Pomfrey replied, a little to sternly and quickly.
But Myra stumbled out of bed as quickly and carefully as she could. Pomfrey stepped in front of her, gently taking her by the arms. "Get back into bed, Miss Kinney."
"I can't see him?" Myra asked confused. Sirius, James and Peter always got to visit Remus, but she couldn't?
"See who?" Madam Pomfrey retorted, a little too stiffly to be completely innocent.
Myra raised an eyebrow, but quickly lowered it when she realised how rude she must look. "Remus. I know he's here recovering from the full moon last night."
"Y-you know?" the nurse stuttered clearly taken aback, releasing Myra's arms.
"Yes, I know. I thought you knew that I knew!"
Madam Pomfrey looked suspiciously at Myra again. But before she could say anything, Myra spoke up. "Professor Dumbledore knows. He talked to me about it after I found out, and if you're afraid that I'll say something to someone, he seemed satisfied I wouldn't. I've known for a few months now, and haven't told anyone. I still wouldn't have said anything if Professor Dumbledore hadn't talked to me." That last part might not have been completely true, as Myra would most likely have told Hestia, but that didn't really count.
Myra stood her ground as Madam Pomfrey stared her down.
"James, Sirius and Peter get to see him, they even told me they were up here earlier today. At least I won't be noisy about it."
"Very well. Mr Lupin has not woken up since he came in this morning. It has been a particularly bad night for him. He is exhausted and in pain. He needs sleep in order to speed up the healing process. You can see him, sit with him. But you will not attempt to wake him up. If you do, I will know. You will not move him, and you will not do anything to cause him undue stress. Is that clear?"
"Yes, Madam. Very clear. Will he hear me if I talk to him?"
"I doubt it; the potions make the sleep very deep. He's never before mentioned hearing anything of what I've said to him when tending to him," Madam Pomfrey answered. "Be warned... He doesn't look good at the moment. There are a lot of injuries."
And then Madam Pomfrey walked off to her office again, leaving the door open a crack.
Myra quickly walked over to the screens, but hesitated parting them. When she finally summoned the courage to, she gasped at what she saw.
Remus did look awful, a lot worse than when she and Hestia had sneaked up to see him. He was pale, sweat beading on his forehead, which sported several bloody scratches. Bandages covered his entire torso and left arm. Any visible skin was covered in blue bruises, and his naked right arm was so a mottled mess of ugly black and red splotches.
"Oh my Merlin," Myra muttered, feeling her heart break. She hadn't felt the way she did about him the last time she'd seen him post-moon. Now that she knew what caused them and cared for him so much more, it physically pained her to see. Feeling like she had been hit with a Jelly-Legs Jinx, she sat down in the chair beside the bed.
Remus' chest moved slowly up and down, air hissing out in slightly louder gasps than normal. It reassured Myra, because from the looks of everything else, he might have been dead, were it not for such steady, sleepy breaths.
"Please, don't remember, Remus," she mumbled.
For several minutes Myra just sat there watching him sleep, trying to ignore the increasing prickles of pain in her shoulder. Looking at his rising and falling chest. The fasteners on his bandages. His arms slack on opposite sides of his body. The matted hair, some of it sticking to his sweating forehead. The curve of the forehead, his nose, lips, chin, neck.
Myra's heartbeat sped up. Without thinking about it, she reached out for his hand. It was warm, too warm, but she didn't care.
"I like you, Remus. Merlin, I hope you can't hear me, but I really do. Like you. You've helped me so much the past year. I don't know what I'd do if you weren't my friend anymore. Not that I only like you because you help me, because it's not just that. You're a good friend. You're funny. I like talking to you. I like patrolling with you. Please, don't remember last night..."
Another several long minutes went by, with Myra just holding Remus' hand, watching him. She wasn't entirely sure why it was, but she felt a burn in her heart growing stronger with every second. It was like the feverish warmth that radiated from Remus' hand, making it almost unbearable to hold on, but she didn't budge. After a while, she vaguely registered the footsteps of someone in the room, but she was so lost in her own mind she didn't react to them. Not long after that, that someone walked quickly away.
The rumble of students being let out of class for the day brought Myra back to the present. Abruptly, she let go of Remus' hand, accidentally letting it fall heavy to the mattress. He made a noise deep in his throat. Myra was sure he would wake up, but he just turned his head and slept on.
Before anyone would come up to visit either of them, she stood up and pulled the screens together again and walked over to her own bed.
"Are you ready for dinner, Miss Kinney?" Madam Pomfrey suddenly said coming out from her office. Either that woman could somehow monitor the entire wing constantly, or she had a very complicated alarm system set up. The nurse came over with a tray of steaming pea soup, Myra realised how hungry she really was. She also noticed how her shoulder throbbed in pain. It ached uncomfortably, moving up and down her entire arm.
"Could I get a potion for the pain, Madam Pomfrey?" Myra asked, her eyes closed in an attempt to will it away.
"I'm sorry, Miss Kinney, but this is one thing that will just have to run its course. I promise it will get much better by this evening. Now eat. It will help a bit if you get something in you."
Myra cursed inwardly. Awkwardly, she reached for the spoon with her left hand and slowly guided it to her mouth, trying not to spill anything.
Madam Pomfrey then moved over to Remus' bed. Unlike all the times Myra had been in the hospital wing before, Pomfrey let the screens stay open as she woke Remus up with a spell. He was very groggy, blinking furiously. "How are you feeling, Mr Lupin?" the nurse asked.
"Better, I think," Remus answered. The sound of his scratchy voice sent a thrill down Myra's spine.
"I'll just change your bandages before I fetch your dinner." Madam Pomfrey pulled the screens shut again, but Myra didn't mind. Remus' wounds shouldn't be on display.
Myra kept on slurping her soup, slowly and clumsily. Just a few minutes later did Madam Pomfrey come out from the screens, waving her wand to summon another tray of pea soup for Remus to eat.
"Myra!" Remus exclaimed happily upon seeing her, his voice still a bit scratchy. "What are you doing here?"
He didn't seem to remember.
"Hi, Remus! I dislocated my shoulder." Myra smiled nervously at him. He was sitting up, looking much better with fresh bandages and a bit of colour back in his cheeks.
"How did you manage that?"
Myra hesitated for a few seconds, noticing that Madam Pomfrey paused at the threshold to her office. "I, uh... I fell down the stairs and grabbed the railing to stop. Guess I was tumbling too fast." She couldn't meet his eyes, so she looked into the green soup. Madam Pomfrey went in and closed the door.
"That sounds painful. Are you alright?"
"Yes, yes. It hurts badly, but it's getting better. How are you feeling?" At this she had the courage to face him.
He looked a bit uncomfortable at being asked that question. "Oh, you know... Bruised and battered. But I'll survive."
There was a sort of uncomfortable silence for a few minutes, before James, Sirius and Peter noisily entered the hospital wing. "Moony!" Sirius boomed loudly, leading the boys over to Remus' bedside, ignoring Myra in a very obvious way. James too walked past Myra without so much as a glance in her direction, but Peter gave her the smallest of smiles. At that moment Myra felt a rush of affection for the lesser acknowledged Marauder and smiled widely back at him.
The three boys sat down around Remus, James in the chair by the bed and Sirius hopping onto it, making some of the pea soup spill in the progress. Peter was left to close the screens.
Myra sighed. They would probably tell Remus all about last night now. Gone would their friendship be, and with it the opportunity for Myra to find out how her feelings for Remus could grow and if there could ever be something romantic between them.
"What have you been up to?" Myra heard Sirius ask his friend.
"I had the strangest dream," Remus answered. Myra's breath caught in her throat. "About last night and this mo- about last night."
"Really? What about?" James inquired.
But Myra couldn't hear Remus' answer. They had probably charmed the area quiet.
Myra eventually finished her pea soup. She had spilled some, but didn't dare use her wand left-handed to clean up. Merlin knows what damage she could do with it.
Her evening went by quietly, until Hestia, Marie, Ashley and Anna came up after dinner. They helped pass a bit of the time, until Madam Pomfrey came out to chase the visitors away, and to give Remus another dose of potions, closing his screens once more.
Myra just knew Remus didn't want to see or talk to her. It didn't even cross her mind that he might be sleeping again.
Madam Pomfrey had kept her overnight in case she did something to the shoulder in her sleep. Early next morning the nurse woke her up to go over an exercise routine to help heal and hopefully prevent it from dislocating again.
Remus didn't seem to be awake when Myra left, so she never got the chance to find out if his friends had really told him anything about what she had done. She went on with her day in a depressing mood. Having Care of Magical Creatures helped some, but seeing as she had to wear a sling and they were outside and supposed to look after the hippogriffs, she couldn't really do much. Most of the lesson was spent sitting on a log watching Henry enjoy himself.
Myra's spirits hadn't been able to lift until dinnertime. According to Hestia, the entire school had been curious about the major drop in points for Gryffindor on Wednesday, three hundred and forty of them. It had been the only subject of conversation for the Gryffindors at mealtimes, in the halls between classes, in the courtyards during breaks... But the truth hadn't come out until dinner on Thursday.
Right as it was served, Professor McGonagall came up to Sirius, James and Peter.
"One bloody month?" Sirius exclaimed loudly, standing up, fury making his face red as a beet. "What about her?" He haphazardly pointed his finger in Myra's direction.
"Mr Black! Sit down," McGonagall hissed very close to his face. Thankfully Myra sat close enough so she could strain her ears and hear what was said next. "As I told you yesterday, she is excused from detention because of the injury you inflicted on her. If you tell me what she did to rile you up to that extent, I will reconsider."
Sirius hadn't sat down, despite Peter's frantic pulling on his robes. James just sat there with a stony face, occasionally looking shamed in Lily's direction. "Fine, I'll tell you what she did!"
The piece of chicken Myra was currently chewing on was accidentally swallowed and got stuck in her throat. She coughed fiercely, Ashley banging her on the back.
"She was out after curfew and thought it would be a right good idea to- Ouch!" Sirius suddenly fell down on the bench, bending forward to clutch his leg. "What the hell, James!"
"Despite your language, Mr Black, I must ask you to go on," Professor McGonagall encouraged.
James and Sirius stared intently at each other, before Sirius deflated in his seat. "I take it back, Professor, I can't tell you."
McGonagall's lips thinned. "Then you will attend your detention, all three of you, without complaint for a month, starting Monday. And you, Mr Black, will have another fifteen points lost for that very unnecessary outburst." With a last stern look at the boys, the professor walked away from her house table.
"Why exactly did he attack you last night?" Anna whispered across the table to Myra.
"I can't tell you," Myra mumbled absent-mindedly, watching Sirius get up and leave the Great Hall with a rush, fury written all over his face. Merlin's beard, no matter if Myra remained friends with Remus or not after this, how on earth was she going to get on the civil side of Sirius again? Getting on their friendly side was most definitely out of the question, Myra knew that much.
The next couple of days Myra walked around on egg shells. She longed to see Remus in the hospital wing again, but didn't dare. She steered clear of his friends, which was a little difficult seeing as they were all in the same house. Myra spent a lot of time with her sister that weekend, being invited into the Hufflepuff common room, or the two of them joining Hestia in the library.
It was obvious that Hestia was working on finding out Remus' secret. Quite often she stared absentmindedly at Myra, not quite seeing her. Then she would tap her fingers against her temple, or write something down in a notebook she always carried around. Myra was very grateful for her trying to figure it out; having someone to relieve her worries to was just what she needed.
On Monday Myra was sitting at the Gryffindor table with her friends, eating breakfast and starting to feel normal again. Or as normal as one could be when everything had to be done with one arm. The four Marauders came in halfway through the meal, walking past the girls. Remus said 'good morning', but the three others didn't acknowledge Myra or any of the girls.
At least Remus didn't seem to be angry with her. Did that mean that he didn't know what had happened on the night of the full moon? Or did he know, but somehow didn't mind?
Right. Like he wouldn't mind that she'd nearly made him a murderer.
"Something wrong?" Ashley asked.
Myra shook her head. "Nothing, don't worry about it."
Just then Lily got up from her seat and walked over to the boys. And just like the times before, she leaned close to Remus, gave him something and began a whispered conversation. Even though Myra knew that it was only about homework, she didn't want to look at them. She straightened up and turned to Ashley. "How's Lowell doing?"
The school day began, and Myra struggled through it with her one functional arm, as she had the last few days. During lunch she realised that she had a free period with Remus coming up. Their doing homework together in the common room had already become such a habit and expectation that she didn't think about it anymore. This time though, when the bell rang to signal the short break between her two periods, her Gryffindor bravery failed her. She stormed up to the dorms before Remus could arrive. When it was time for dinner, she lurked outside the dorm door, listening for the sound of him leaving. She couldn't even be sure if he had been there, but she took no chances.
After a couple of minutes of lurking, she eventually heard the portrait hole open and close. Letting out a loud sigh of relief, she went down to dinner, slowly, as to not catch up with him accidentally.
Tuesday was the first Tuesday of the month, which meant a prefect meeting after dinner and patrol with Remus a short while after. There was no escaping that, so Myra decided to spend the whole day mentally preparing herself to the possibility that Remus knew everything about the real reason behind Sirius' 'kidnapped' her.
But the day was packed with classes that required her full attention, so while she didn't really have time to prepare, she didn't have time to think on it either. There was Defence Against the Dark Arts before lunch. Professor Harishandra was a right sight better at teaching than Professor Biggar, so Myra didn't mind that class as much anymore, though she still struggled. The day ended with History of Magic. And it was with a bright outlook on the evening ahead that she went to dinner with her friends. This time, Henry joined them, having walked with them from Professor Binn's classroom.
"Merlin, why can't they replace that ghost?" Henry complained when they sat down.
"I know," Anna agreed. "He's so unaware if what's going on around him, he probably doesn't know about the historical changes that have happened since he bit it!"
"It's not that bad," Myra and Hestia said in unison.
"You two don't get to have an opinion on this," Ashley said. "You're just too much of a eager bowtruckle," she said to Hestia, "and you need to get your head looked at," she finished looking at Myra.
Henry laughed at Myra, and ruffled her hair.
She swatted his hand away. "Yes, well, look who's talking. You're the one who sits and hum twice a week," she said to Ashley.
"It's called Meditation and it's healthy! You should try it some time!"
"Oh, go snog Lowell!"
"You know, I think I will!" Ashley said with a smile like a cat with cream, and left for the Hufflepuff table, before she had even began eating.
"Lowell is a lucky bloke," Henry commented quietly as he watched Ashley's curvy body walk away.
Hestia pretended to gag on her food, and Myra stuck her elbow hard into his side. "You already had a taste of that. Now she's taken."
"I did, didn't I." Now Henry was the one smiling.
The girls and Henry joked back and forth all throughout dinner, something Myra was very grateful for, because it continued to keep her mind from the upcoming meeting and patrol. But eventually the meal came to an end, and while her friends went off to the common room or library, she trudged up to the fifth floor and the prefects' office.
When she arrived, half of the prefects were already there, along with Lily and James. Myra found a seat next to a Ravenclaw, leaving an empty chair on her other side and looked up at the head of the table where the Head Boy and Head Girl sat.
She couldn't help but be a bit surprised at James. She had expected him to arrive late, or come in with Remus. But Remus hadn't arrived yet. From the looks of it, James had been there just as early as Lily had been. But of course, this was the first proper prefect meeting since the one on the Hogwarts Express. He might start off trying hard and then getting lazier and lazier...
A few minutes later the last prefects came in. To Myra's horror, Remus came just in time to take the available seat – next to her.
"Hey, Myra," he greeted warmly, and Myra felt her face heat up. If it was in fear and embarrassment about the last full moon or just because it was him, she didn't know.
"Hi, Remus," Myra answered quietly, not meeting his eyes.
"Is something wrong?" he asked, leaning forward.
"No?" she answered questioningly.
Myra dared to look at him, not that she had much choice considering how close he was. He looked completely normal. "You've heard what happened between me and Sirius a few days ago?" She didn't dare mention the moon phase that had caused all this.
"Yeah, I heard. But he won't tell my why. Neither will Peter or James. I was hoping you would." He didn't seem upset in any way, just politely curious.
Myra didn't know how to answer. If James, Sirius and Peter really hadn't said anything about what had happened, so she most definitely wouldn't.
Before she was able to answer however, Lily and James stood up to signal the start of the meeting. Myra couldn't help but sigh quietly at her luck. Throughout the meeting she racked her brain for something to tell Remus, but it wasn't easy to listen to what James and Lily had to say, try to ignore how close Remus was, and come up with a story all at the same time. She wasn't sure, but he seemed to be leaning towards her in his chair.
Half an hour later, Myra was none the wiser about what to say about her and Sirius' fight. She stood up to leave, hoping Remus would let her go without asking again. But he stood up too and joined her on the way out.
"Where are you off to?" he asked.
"The library; I got to get started on a Potions essay we were assigned today."
"Sounds... fun." Sarcasm dripped from his voice, and Myra couldn't help but smile. "Hey," he then said and stopped, lightly pulling on Myra's good arm to stop her too. The hall they were in was empty. "What's with you and Sirius? I've gathered as much that James and Peter didn't really have anything to do with it, even though they've got detention too. What happened?" The way he said it wasn't accusatory or anything. It was just as if he was trying to repair a tear between two friends he valued highly. Which was probably true, well, at least one highly valued friend, and one she was.
"I don't know what to tell you," Myra started honestly. "It's just... Sirius isn't very happy with me. I know why. But I didn't realise why until it was too late." Her heart beat loudly, and she was terrified that Remus would hear it and see through the thin explanation she gave. She hated not telling him the truth, but she hated even more what it would do to him and their relationship if he knew the entire truth.
"Sirius really dislocated your shoulder? And manhandled you? And hung you upside down and let you fall?" Remus stepped forward, looking involved and concerned between Myra's arm still in a sling and her face. Myra gaped a little, wondering how he could know so much. "Peter told me," he quickly explained, seeing her confused expression.
"Yes," she began, but had to interrupt him when he stepped back with an angry growl in his throat. "But! Don't be hard on Sirius for it – I deserved it! Well, perhaps not the dislocation, but the manhandling I certainly did deserve! So please, I'm betting Sirius has a hard enough time dealing with the detention, so, please, don't be angry with him!"
"Are you sure?"
Remus nodded and looked down on his shoes for a few seconds. Myra watched him, feeling warmth inside her chest. "I can't imagine you doing anything that would justify that treatment," Remus said, still looking at the floor, but nodding his head in direction of her sling.
"Thanks, but I- I really can't tell you, Remus." Myra saw through him. "I'm sorry, but I just can't. I hope you won't hate me for not telling you, but I just want to forget it, and I'm hoping with all my hippogriffs that Sirius will too."
"It's nothing serious then? Nothing you're not going to get into trouble for?"
"Not serious. As for trouble, I'd say I'm already in trouble." She gently moved her right shoulder to indicate the injury. "I can't take notes, and I have to dictate my homework." Myra sighed in exaggerated exasperation, hoping to lighten the mood and get them focusing on something else.
Remus smiled at her concerns. "So they won't let you skip homework then?"
"No, I'm just not that lucky."
"Anything I can do to help, just let me know. Okay?"
"I will. Thanks."
They smiled at each other and began walking again, making small talk as they descended through the castle, reaching the third floor.
"Are you going to the library too?" she asked Remus.
"No, not today," he answered. "Peter mentioned something about him and Sirius heading outside, trying to study. I doubt they're actually studying, but I think I'm going to join them. James will probably be around soon too."
"Okay, see you at patrol then." And then Myra did something she didn't realise she was doing before it was over. She stepped towards him and gave him a quick one-armed hug. "Sorry, I didn't get to talk to you yesterday, but I'm glad to see you up and about after your time away, Remus."
It actually looked like he was blushing when she pulled away. "Thank you," he said quietly. "See you later." And then he almost raced down the hall, turned left and was gone.
Sorry this has taken so much longer than I said... But you know how real life can be sometimes...
I'm sad to say that Orion Knight will not be betaing for me anymore. She has been with me since chapter 1 and betaed since chapter 2. I'm sad to see her go, but hope she will stay in touch. And she is of course welcome back any time, should she wish it! broadwaykat is staying on.
I will not set an approximate date for the next chapter, since real life is demanding of both me and broadwaykat, there just isn't enough time. But I promise you (with my right hand on Deathly Hallows and my left and in the air, or something like that :P) that the next chapter will come!
Please review if you have any thoughts on the chapter!
Coming: Chapter 22 – Targeted
Myra was not enjoying herself. Things were not going her way, and she had a strong idea why that was.
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