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Chapter 6 : Sleepless Nights
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“What do you mean they let Angelica Warwick out of Azkaban?” Rose practically yelled. “The woman is certifiably insane.”
“True,” Scorpius stated his eyes focusing on the papers at hand “but, she offered to exchange information on Alexander in order for a lighter sentence, and seeing as how she was only an accomplice and she didn’t actually kill anybody, they took the deal.” Scorpius lifted his head to meet Rose, she was leaning back in her chair with a look of utter frustration on her face.
Rose furrowed her forehead, tapping a finger on the arm of the chair as she was deep in thought. “They’re twins right?” she asked after a moment.
Plopping the folder on his desk Scorpius nodded once for yes. He watched as Rose casually nodded her head, as if she didn’t really need an answer only confirmation. He saw as she fixed her eyes on nothing in particular on her desk, but the gears in her head clicking together like clockwork. When something didn’t make sense she always became somewhat distant trying to piece the problem together.
Scorpius had to admit that it didn’t make sense as to why Angelica Warwick would sell her brother out the way that she did but at the same time, he had met some wizards who would do much worse to avoid Azkaban.
Rose closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose, and taking slow breaths in and out. She looked exhausted, and Scorpius could probably assume that she felt exhausted as well, and he couldn’t really blame her, it was late Wednesday evening and they had been up since Monday morning. Scorpius was pretty tiered himself but with his recent insomnia sleeping was rare and hard to come by for more than a couple of hours at best, so as annoying as it was he had learnt to push through and deal with it.
From the way she looked she could have been sleeping, “Rose,” he said softly, noticing as most people had cleared out of the office, ready for their weekend.
Not moving she made a futile attempt at a “Hum?”
Scorpius gave a slight laugh to himself “Rose go home and get some sleep,”
Opening her eyes she blinked a few times, “I’m fine,” she yawned straightening herself up in her chair. She felt anything but fine, but this was her job and sometimes a lack of sleep was the price she had to pay for it.
“You’re not fine… your tired. Go home and get some rest Angelica Warwick doesn’t have the numbers to do anything drastic yet, and Harper Willcoat will still be here for interrogating on Monday.” He tried to persuade.
“I said I’m fine,” she spoke softly and gentile.
Scorpius sighed shaking his head “You’re useless if you're tired and you can’t concentrate.”
That seemed to grasp Rose’s attention because she reluctantly agreed to go home.
She couldn’t explain it there was something about Angelica Warwick that wasn’t right. She remembered reading in the original case file that Angelica and Alexander were inseparable, where there was one, there was always the other.
Yawning she let the wet hair from her shower dampen the back of her black tank top as she crawled into bed. Turning off the light she laid down letting her body relax under the covers. Where there is one, there is the other. She repeated the line in her head a dozen times. Where there is one, there is the other. Where there is one, there is the other. Where there is one, there is the other. Where there is one, there is the other. The wheels in her mind were going so fast that that they could have blown steam Where there is “One”, there is the “Other,” she said slowly, “One and other,” and then almost as if her world had stopped, “Son of a bitch,” the wheels had clicked “One another,”
Rose didn’t care how tired she was she bolted straight out of bed threw on a pair of old sweat paints and went straight for the door.
Scorpius was in his bed reading when a sudden bang from his door pulled his thoughts back into the room. Raising an eyebrow he looked at his watch it was just past eleven. The banging become a constant stream of pounding as he got up and walked to the door scratching the back of his neck. He was almost a hundred percent sure of who it was as he opened the door and found Rose with her hand clinched in a fist midway in the air preparing to bang again.
“You do know that the concept of sleep actually involves sleeping?” He said leaning into the door frame.
“I will I promise,” she said quickly shoving past Scorpius and into his apartment, “I just need to check something.”
Scorpius shut the door, “What the blood hell could you possibly need to check that couldn’t wait until Monday?”
But she didn’t answer instead she asked “Where are my mother’s books?”
Scorpius scrunched up his face, “Third shelf to the right,” he said nodding to the large bookcase in the living room.
Rose started to trace her fingers across the titles of the books mumbling them to herself until she stopped at one and pulled it out, Two as One: The Tracy Ringgold Mystery. Opening it up towards the back she began to skim the pages. Finding what she was looking for she met Scorpius confused gaze and smiled “You were the one who wrote the original file on Alexander Warwick.” Rose stared at Scorpius as he walked a few feet in front of her.
“You even said that Alexander was the more dominate of the two, so isn’t it odd that Angelica would sell him out with them being so close. Angelica would do just about anything her brother told her too, she wouldn’t have sold him out like that.”
“But she did Rose,” Said Scorpius in an indifferent tone.
Rose quickly shook her head “No she didn’t Alexander did,”
Scorpius gave Rose a concerned look, the sleep deprivation must have been getting to her. “What are you talking about?”
Walking toward him she shoved the book into his hands, pointing out where to read. Watching as she read Rose began to feel the slightest bit unnerved, for the first time noticing that he wasn’t actually in a shirt. Her checks slightly flushing red she looked away from him, and to the apartment.
It may have seemed a bit odd that she would randomly show up at his apartment at eleven o’clock at night, but he had given her his address for an in case of emergency situation. Even though no one was bleeding or dead Rose couldn’t help but think that this revelation was a sort of emergency that she should tell her partner about, and since it seemed that she hadn’t woken him, she didn’t feel the slightest bit guilty about doing it.
She used to do this to Matt all the time, which was always awkward because of where he lived, which was far, and she was always forced to walk there because of the spells set up around his apartment so that nobody could apperarate inside. Admittedly things got better once he started sleeping with Carla and she only had to go down the hall to wake him but still this wasn’t unusual for her.
Scorpius looked up to Rose with wide eyes, the gears in his own head coming to the same conclusion. “They’re linked,” he whispered.
Rose gave a satisfied nod as she crossed her arms “It’s rare, but almost always between twins. The act of physically being able to transfigure yourself into the others body, as long as the both stay in the opposites form then…”
“They will remain as one another,” Scorpius finished with slight smirk.
Rose snapped her fingers “Exactly,”
“The only problem is that we still don’t know what he wants with the Willcoats, only that we are dealing with Alexander instead of Angelica.” Scorpius closed the cover of the book, walking over to his shelf to put it back in its rightful place.
“That’s part of the reason why I came here, you said that you had originated the case on Warwick, and I was wondering did you keep any information that didn’t go into the file you sent two years ago?”
He nodded, most Aurors gathered up so much information on a wizard that they were stuck picking and choosing which to add into the case file and which to discarded, very rarely did an Auror have to go back to this discarded information but occasionally something could have been over looked.
“Do you mind if I look through it?”
“There really isn’t much to it Rose,” Explained Scorpius, but when he looked in to her eyes, which had an almost hopeful gleam in them, he knew that nothing he said would change her mind. “Sit down I’ll go get it,” he nodded to his couch turning around to walk back into his room.
The second Rose sat down she felt the sleeplessness of the past three days wash over her. It was as if now that her brain had solved the problem it could turn off and allow her some peace. The last waves of energy that she had were extinguished and she was running off of pure nothing. Closing her eye momentarily she felt the bitter sweet stinging sensation, rubbing them she attempted to force herself to push on.
It had taken about ten minutes to find the card board box which he had placed his old Warwick information in. “I really don’t think that you are going to find anything,” he said carrying the box down the hall seeing the back of Rose’s head. When she didn’t respond he placed the box on breakfast bar and walked around to the front of his couch.
Scorpius couldn’t help but get a large grin as he crossed his arms, as he stared at a very still and very asleep Rose Weasley.
“She tried,” he muttered to himself noticing how the pads of her finger tips were still across her eyes.
Sighing he walked over to her, slipping one arm under her knees and the other around her back. He lifted her up in his tight grip careful not to wake her. Almost instantaneously her head bent into the crook of his neck and her arm subconsciously wrapping itself across his shoulders, standing still from the shock of the movement he was frozen in place, feeling her slow breaths beat against his skin.
Scorpius took a shaky breath as he began to walk towards his room, gently laying her down on his bed where he had been only a half hour before. Moving his hands to her feet, he untied the laces of her shoes; removing them he tucked her legs under the sheet. Pulling the blanket across her body he lingered over her for a moment. She was so peaceful when she slept, her expression content and free.
Rose was tugging on the strings of his heart and tonight he let her, lowering himself so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed, he allowed himself to lose control, carefully letting his fingers trace the outline of her face, the back of his hand skimming across her cheek, brushing free strands of hair out of her face.
Swallowing a deep breath he closed his eyes and held it. He had never let himself feel so much for her in six years. Closing his eyes for a moment Scorpius, let his hand linger on her cheek, his thumb brushing it lightly.
His heart became heavy in his chest and his stomach dropped, he took slow heavy breaths as he let himself continue to feed into his desire. The feeling was almost torturous but he let it consume him as it took over every aspect of his body, the emotions of joy and pain buddle up into one. It was the feeling of what could have been, and the realization of what it was.
Opening his eyes he leaned forward, tenderly pressing his lips to her forehead. “Oh Rose,” he whispered softly lifting himself up. Grabbing the book off his bed side table he pulled the chain to his lamp, coating her in darkness as he walked out the room closing the door silently behind him.
The next morning Rose awoke feeling rested and relaxed that was until she looked around the room and realized she had no clue where she was. Sitting up her eyes wide and full of confusion as the light streamed in through the window. She recalled talking to Scorpius last night about Warwick but surly she didn’t… She did. She must have fallen asleep.
Using her hand to cover her mortified expression, she could feel the heat radiate from her face because of how embarrassed she was. How could she have let that happen?
Rose got up and went towards the door, mentally preparing herself to having to explain what happened last night. Opening the door she nervously walked out of the room to the hall.
There was something oddly comforting about hearing the crunching sound of paper and him clearing his throat, even though she couldn’t see him. Coming to the end of the hall she observed Scorpius as he leaned against his kitchen counter reading the Daily Prophet with a stern expression on his face. She watched as he lowered one of his hands picking up a mug which was beside him, he took a sip and put it down without pulling his eyes away from the paper, which for some reason made her smile.
Clearing her own voice “Hello,” she said timidly.
Lifting his eyes to meet hers Scorpius smiled “Good morning,” he said folding the paper in half and laying it on the counter. Turning around and grabbing a coffee mug from a cabinet and pouring what was left of the pot for her, waving his wand the mug carefully levitated over toward her.
Catching it Rose mumbled a “Thank you,” as she took a sip. Walking over to the breakfast bar she placed the cup down and stared awkwardly at anything but him.
His apartment was very clean and neat, not much different from hers, except his walls had more of a beige coloring to them. Against the Wall he had two overly large book cases which were full from top to bottom and his entire front wall was glass with a sliding door to a patio.
Taking another sip of her coffee she heard Scorpius ask “You sleep well?”
Biting her lip she looked down the to the black liquid in the mug, glancing her eyes up to look at him she nodded “Sorry about that,”
Grabbing his own mug he walked to the breakfast bar placing it across from her he shrugged as if this situation was an ordinary occurrence. They both took a sip of their coffees at the same time, awkwardly staring at each other. “You know you could have just left me on the couch or woken me up, you didn’t have to give up your bed.”
Scorpius shook his head “First of all if I had woken you up you would have stayed awake all night looking through those blasting files, and second that bed wasn’t going to be used for more than a couple of hours anyways so it really wasn’t an inconvenience.”
Rose noticed how he didn’t seem to have just woken up in fact he looked as if he had been awake for hours. He had a clean shave and was wearing a white tee shirt and what seemed to be an old pair of jeans “How long have you been up?” she asked.
“A few hours, I finally dozed off at about three, got up a little past four thirty.”
Rose looked at the watch on her wrist noting that it was right at nine fifteen. “When was the last time you slept through the night?” She asked in a shocked expression.
Scorpius’ eyes became wide as he thought of the answer. “I don’t know four months,” he estimated.
“Bad case,” she guessed
Scorpius pursed his lips together and shook his head, “No just a lot on my mind,” his posture became stiff and his eyes took on a dark tone as he slowly rose the mug to his lips take what seemed to be a very controlled sip of coffee.
Rose took the hint knowing that the subject was off limits. Averting her gaze she noticed at the box a couple of feet away from her. “Is that your Warwick files?”
This seemed to bring Scorpius back slightly as his eyes became less ridged and more egger, “Yeah,” he said walking around the counter so that he was on the same side as Rose, grabbing the box he placed it on one of the stools between them. Lifting the lid he said “I’m not sure what you’re hoping to find it is mostly just stuff about his childhood.”
“It’s a better start than we currently have.” She stated pulling out one of the folders she pushed herself up onto one of the stools and began to open it. She could feel Scorpius as he fixed his eyes on her, slowly lifting her eyes “Is there something wrong?” She asked noticing the look of disbelief on his face and yet he still had a grin.
“Working on my day off that’s exactly how I planned to spend my day.” Scorpius laughed slightly as he pulled a similar looking file from the box.
Staring into his eyes “Do you want me to leave, I can take this stuff with me,” Rose asked not sounding the least bit offended by his comment.
Scorpius thought a moment and shook his head, “No, I want you to stay,” he said flicking open the folder and propping himself up on the third stool.
"Alright then," she said the slightest hint of a smile played across her face, as she went back to reading.
Also I wanted to make a note for all the crazy reviews on April 1st begging me to please never switch words like that again. That wasn’t me that was the website honoring Fred and George’s birthday, on April 2nd all of my original words were back. Just wanted to clarify that a little.
See you in two weeks with an update on the weekend of April 26.
Anyways thanks as always for reading and please review.
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