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Chapter 7 : Chapter Seven
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“Did Remus come through here recently?”
“Please tell me you’ve seen that really quiet Gryffindor boy…”
“Where the bloody hell is Lupin?”
No matter how I asked or whom I was asking, all I was got in return were negative replies and crazy looks. It had appeared that the adorable, smart, yet fickle, blonde Gryffindor had disappeared off the face of the Earth.
How in Merlin’s name was I supposed to break up with his stupid arse if I couldn’t even find him?
“Maybe I’ll owl him… that won’t be awkward at all,” I mumbled to myself, tugging at the ends of my hair like a crazy person. I had spent the entire morning making sure I looked drop dead gorgeous so I could rub in Remus’ face exactly what he was losing, but it was safe to say that after an entire afternoon of fruitless searching all my effort had gone downhill.
Plopping down at the Ravenclaw table for lunch, I immediately began stuffing my face with mashed potatoes.
“Have you seen Remus? He hasn’t been in class today.” A few clumps of potatoes fell out of my mouth, but I was beyond caring.
Nola wrinked her nose is disgust, as if that sort of thing never happened to her. Ha! I knew for a fact she drools in her sleep every night, but I was saving that tidbit of information for any necessary blackmail I might need in the future.
“You look like a…” she paused and gave me a once over, trying to find the right words to describe my depressing state. “Like a wet pig.”
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Call me melodramatic, but I had a rough day and her so-called witty remarks were not helping the situation.
I turned to tell her just that, but she cut me off. “But to answer your question, no, I haven’t seen him.”
“You’re looking for Lupin, right?” asked Conner, sitting in his usual seat across from me.
I nodded enthusiastically. Perfect timing!
“I heard Potter and Black talking about him on the way over here. They were saying something about his ‘furry little problem…’” Conner’s forehead wrinkled in confusion. “Does he own some sort of deranged rabbit or something?”
“A dera—how do you even—I don’t—“ Nola had to take a deep breath to calm herself; Conner was honestly the one person I knew who could get under her skin so easily. “Conner, sometimes I honestly question how your brain works. Its scares me, really.”
Conner just shoved an entire roll in his mouth as a response.
“But come to think of it,” Nola said, turning around to face me. “Remus was gone for a few days last month too, remember?”
Conner swallowed thickly. “Oh yeah, I remember Mary Ferguson complaining that she had to do her Prefect duties with some Slytherin after Remus disappeared last minute. If what she said was true, it had something to do with a sick grandmother. She seemed to imply that it happens often.”
“Oh! And I remember two years ago I was assigned as his Herbology partner and he was always leaving to visit his sick aunt,” Nola shrugged. “I didn’t think anything of it at the time, though.”
I watch as the two went back and forth, getting more and more excited with every new discovery. True Ravenclaws, they were.
“Wait, a sick grandmother and a sick aunt? Is his whole family sick?”
I looked over my shoulder at where Remus usually sat, trying to piece together the puzzle. If his whole family was sick, did that mean Remus was sick too?
My mind was reeling. I tried my hardest to remember all the other times the Gryffindor had gone missing, but considering I had never given him much of my time before this year I came up blank.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw James and the other boys leaving the Hall, so I jumped up to follow.
“I’ll see you guys later,” I shouted over my shoulder as I ran after the three retreating figures. I was prepared to get to the bottom of this situation.
As I approached, I opened my mouth to get their attention but they seemed to have sensed me first. In a blink of an eye, all three boys had whipped around, hair flying and wands out. I jumped back in shocked.
Sirius Black was the first to lower his arm. “Sorry,” he chuckled. “I thought you were Snivellus.”
James and Peter followed his lead, shaking with their own amusement.
“You guys are nutters,” I sighed, giving them an exaggerated eye-roll. But I didn’t have time for silly games. I adjusted my tie in what I felt was a very serious, professional manner, and took a step forward. “I need to talk to you.”
James ruffled his hair and Sirius quirked an eyebrow, only Peter seemed actually interested in what I had to say.
“Sorry, love, but I’ve already got a date for the next Hogsmeade weekend,” said Sirius in what I’m sure he believed to be a suave manner. “But we can always have a little romp up in the Astronomy tower.”
I scoffed in disgust, but didn’t reply. He wasn’t worth my time.
“James,” I said pointedly, giving him my most serious face. No point beating around the bush, I always say. “Is Remus sick?”
“What?” he croaked.
“Its just his time of the month,” said Sirius, earning him punch in the arm from Peter. I didn’t miss the tense look that took over his face.
“What my friend means,” said Peter in a strained voice, “is that, yes, Remus is ill, but he will be back soon. So no worries.”
I narrowed my eyes in confusion. “But Remus is sick often, isn’t he? And a lot of his family too, right?”
The boys seemed at a loss for word, which was strange for them. My suspicion must have been obvious though, because James was the first to recover. He moved next to me and swung his arm around my shoulders, tapping into his former brotherly role.
“Oh, you’re such the Ravenclaw, Sofa. Always thinking way too much!” And for good measure, he leaned in and tousled my hair enthusiastically.
And with that, all three boys turned around and continued on their way, leaving me dumbfounded and with a head of hair resembling a rat’s nest.
“Remind me to never try and get into investigative work. I’m terrible at it,” I said, plopping down into an armchair by the fire.
My walk from the Entrance Hall to the Ravenclaw common room had been the longest single trip of my entire life. I was disappointed in myself for not getting any closer to figuring out the mystery of Remus’ many disappearances, but mostly I was confused and lost about what to do now about our ‘relationship.’
What if he’s dying? I can’t break up with a guy who’s dying! I could never be so heartless.
I relayed my thoughts to Nola.
“Oh shush,” she said, not even looking up from the Charms essay she was working on. “You two aren’t actually dating, and no one else in the school knows he’s sick, so you really have nothing to lose.”
She was right, of course, but as I sat there staring into the fire I struggled with what was really bothering me about the whole situation.
I actually liked Remus, as more than just some fake boyfriend I sometimes kissed, and not knowing where he was or in what state of health honestly scared me.
A/N: So so sorry for the long wait. I have my excuses but I'm sure none of you care to hear them.
But guys I need your help! I have this internal conflict going on about how soon to actually reveal Remus' "furry little problem" to Sophie. How do you think it should happen?
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