Post by Alek on Mar 22, 2006 14:52:46 GMT -5
There was a silence on the grounds that was broken only by the dripping of the freezing rain on the lake. The large body of water was warmer than the cold air that had set in with nightfall, and thus, the droplets of water that struck the surface set up little tufts of steam that curled and twisted in the air. It gave the water a very eery look, and in the moonlight, it appeared to glow.
Ah. The moonlight. Such a soft, pale light, and yet, to the figure who stood at the edge of the misty lake, the light was as harsh as a thousand candles. He feared the moon and it's horrible light, and what it did to him once a month.
The long figure was wire thin, and it seemed as though he was incapable of holding his shoulders up. Light brown hair covered his head, long bangs hanging into a pair of soft blue eyes. He hated trying to cut them all the time, and so he just let them grow. By now, they reached halfway down the bridge of his nose. Long arms hung limp at his sides, hands rested idly in the pockets of a pair of black uniform pants.
The white uniform shirt was untucked, sleeves rolled up to rest at his elbows. The cold had long since settled in, and his skin was like ice... but he didn't feel that.
Tears burned in those blue eyes. Eyes that were focused on the lake, but not really focused on anything. It had to be close to freezing, but the seventeen year old felt as though his eyes were burning, his cheeks and throat singed by the effort it took to hold back sobs and wails. None of that would solve it... none of it would make her change her mind.
Madeleine Pottier. James' second cousin, and the most beautiful young woman Remus Lupin had ever set eyes on. It rarely happened, mind you, since she lived in France with James' great-grandmother, but when Maddie (as she liked to be called) did come around, Remus was stricken with her pale beauty and the sheer softness of her entire being. She wasn't a particularly powerful witch, and she did not intend on pursuing a magical career. No, she wanted to be a professional musician.
She had taught Remus to play the flute. The first time he'd seen her, she'd been playing it, thin fingers dancing over the little metal instrument as though she had been born with the thing and had been doing it her whole life. He'd been entranced, and could have died there with that melody in his ears... but she had seen him standing there. She'd turned and called him into the room, and he had shuffled forward.
From that day forward, his heart had belonged to Madeleine Pottier. He was certain she was aware of it- he would have followed her to the ends of the earth and back if she wanted him to, and it was known. James knew, Sirius knew... Maddie had to know. She just had to.
But then, would she have done this to him if she had known? Why the hell was a seventeen year old engaged, anyway!? The bloke was boring as sin. He owned some company in France and James' grandmere had been taken with him, so she insisted that he get to know Maddie and... now they were to marry.
She couldn't just tell him this in a letter, either. She'd insisted upon coming to Hogwarts and staying for a week. To visit James, surely. They were close, since they were born with in months of each other. Remus didn't know where she was, but he wasn't sure he would be able to take looking at her right now. Surely he would break down and cry. The werewolf would cling to her, beg her to change her mind... to wait for him to graduate. Then he'd go to France and marry her.
Thin shoulders bobbed and a hand flew up to swipe at the tear that had started to peak over his eyelashes. "Dammit," Remus swore softly, the word escaping with a puff of steam from past his pale lips. "Dammit, Maddie." Biting his bottom lip, he tilted his head up to glare at the moon, turning his gaze away.
Finally, he felt as though the light that was washing over him like acid, and he spun, taking a single step off the rock he had been standing upon. Blue eyes widened and he stared at the figure who was approaching him. Lavendar robes, that beautiful, soft hair, the way her hips moved- he'd recognize her immediatly.
His heart lept into his throat and he stared dumbly at her. "Maddie..." He muttered, bobbing his head in acknowledgement of her prescense.
Ah. The moonlight. Such a soft, pale light, and yet, to the figure who stood at the edge of the misty lake, the light was as harsh as a thousand candles. He feared the moon and it's horrible light, and what it did to him once a month.
The long figure was wire thin, and it seemed as though he was incapable of holding his shoulders up. Light brown hair covered his head, long bangs hanging into a pair of soft blue eyes. He hated trying to cut them all the time, and so he just let them grow. By now, they reached halfway down the bridge of his nose. Long arms hung limp at his sides, hands rested idly in the pockets of a pair of black uniform pants.
The white uniform shirt was untucked, sleeves rolled up to rest at his elbows. The cold had long since settled in, and his skin was like ice... but he didn't feel that.
Tears burned in those blue eyes. Eyes that were focused on the lake, but not really focused on anything. It had to be close to freezing, but the seventeen year old felt as though his eyes were burning, his cheeks and throat singed by the effort it took to hold back sobs and wails. None of that would solve it... none of it would make her change her mind.
Madeleine Pottier. James' second cousin, and the most beautiful young woman Remus Lupin had ever set eyes on. It rarely happened, mind you, since she lived in France with James' great-grandmother, but when Maddie (as she liked to be called) did come around, Remus was stricken with her pale beauty and the sheer softness of her entire being. She wasn't a particularly powerful witch, and she did not intend on pursuing a magical career. No, she wanted to be a professional musician.
She had taught Remus to play the flute. The first time he'd seen her, she'd been playing it, thin fingers dancing over the little metal instrument as though she had been born with the thing and had been doing it her whole life. He'd been entranced, and could have died there with that melody in his ears... but she had seen him standing there. She'd turned and called him into the room, and he had shuffled forward.
From that day forward, his heart had belonged to Madeleine Pottier. He was certain she was aware of it- he would have followed her to the ends of the earth and back if she wanted him to, and it was known. James knew, Sirius knew... Maddie had to know. She just had to.
But then, would she have done this to him if she had known? Why the hell was a seventeen year old engaged, anyway!? The bloke was boring as sin. He owned some company in France and James' grandmere had been taken with him, so she insisted that he get to know Maddie and... now they were to marry.
She couldn't just tell him this in a letter, either. She'd insisted upon coming to Hogwarts and staying for a week. To visit James, surely. They were close, since they were born with in months of each other. Remus didn't know where she was, but he wasn't sure he would be able to take looking at her right now. Surely he would break down and cry. The werewolf would cling to her, beg her to change her mind... to wait for him to graduate. Then he'd go to France and marry her.
Thin shoulders bobbed and a hand flew up to swipe at the tear that had started to peak over his eyelashes. "Dammit," Remus swore softly, the word escaping with a puff of steam from past his pale lips. "Dammit, Maddie." Biting his bottom lip, he tilted his head up to glare at the moon, turning his gaze away.
Finally, he felt as though the light that was washing over him like acid, and he spun, taking a single step off the rock he had been standing upon. Blue eyes widened and he stared at the figure who was approaching him. Lavendar robes, that beautiful, soft hair, the way her hips moved- he'd recognize her immediatly.
His heart lept into his throat and he stared dumbly at her. "Maddie..." He muttered, bobbing his head in acknowledgement of her prescense.