Not that easy, is it now? [Lys! :3]

[Remus John Lupin]

Tag: Lysandra Rosier
Lyrics: It's so hard | To find someone | Who cares about you | But it's easy enough to find | Someone who looks down about you
Word count: 591

Remus was just walking back from COMC and was soaked to the bone. So far for him liking the winter? Well, he still liked the winter, he really did, as long as there was snow. Snow was one of those things that made him forget about being serious and it cheered him up immensely. These Scotland winter rainstorms, however, he liked a whole lot less; they chilled him to the bone and more.
But he had managed to find his way back to the castle unharmed (just very wet) - that was good. COMC was one of his least favourite subjects, mostly because more than half the animals were afraid of him and sometimes, when dealing with the more vicious of creatures, they had to distract them with meat (or something the like) and to Remus, that was just as unnerving (if not worse). Raw meat just did something to him which partly made him want to go and have a rare steak, and partly it made him want to vomit his insides out.

Anyways, it was over for this week. Seven more days before he would have to go through all that again. Now, his prime goal was, actually, to check if his papers were still all in order. His bag, of course, was rather tattered and appeared to be just as drenched as Remus was. Luckily for himself, he knew a spell to dry himself and his stuff, but with parchment, one could not be too carefull: when dried too quickly or thoroughly, it would simply crumble and all his work would be for nothing.
Planning to stop by the library in a moment (had been planning that since COMC, hence why his friends were nowhere near him), Remus was in no mood to go all the way upstairs to the Griffindor tower (dodging tricky steps on the stairs and whatnot) when all he needed was dry clothes and stuff. He'd just use the spell here and be very careful.
After finding a rather deserted corridor, he first dried himself (not so difficult, as he could feel when to stop) and then squatted to unpack his bag, sorting his parchment out into piles and making sure everything was there.

He was already done drying his bag without drying the leather to the point of fragility and was just done with the parchment as well (his inkwell and quills were a bit damp but still good) as he heard footsteps coming his way. Stoicly, he told himself to ignore them and just focus on packing his bag again, but his hands ceased moving when he noticed who was walking around the corner.
Lysandra Rosier.
It would be a lie to say he didn't know her, as only two days ago she'd given him the verbal abuse of a lifetime. Remus looked around for a moment, very much wanting to disappear this instant, but but that was rather impossible. In stead, he stuffed the parchment into his bag (perhaps a little too quickly), wincing a little as he could swear he heard it tear, and slung the bag over his shoulder, ready to go into the exact opposite direction in which she was going.
Call Remus a coward and un-Griffindor-y, but he wasn't very fond of confrontation. He could stand up for his friends and be courageous in loads of different ways, but talking to a girl who seemed to cut him apart with her tongue? Not so much. The fact she was a rather beautiful girl wasn't really helping, either.

[lys]

This morning when Lysandra woke up, she didn’t foresee a run in with Lupin, else she would have surely taken another route or stopped in a bathroom for a few minutes to avoid it. Damn this not being a seer thing! And damn karma. Truth be told, she had been avoiding Remus since that tongue lashing. Three times she had ducked into empty classrooms and once even the boy’s bathroom to avoid any contact with him. She’d run into Regulus in the bathroom that day. Talk about embarrassing. Lysandra was…quiet fond of the cousin of her cousins, Andromeda and Narcissa but that was another story.

Despite having no outdoor classes for the day, Lysandra had still ventured out into the rain, enjoying the water briefly before drying herself off and venturing back inside. She stopped to check her appearance – not wanting to be an embaressment to her name or anything – and she was off to her next class, Arithmancy. Her book bag was slug over her shoulder and her attention on the outside world as she passed from window to window and staircase to staircase. The problem with a castle as big as Hogwarts was that you had to pay attention to where you were going else you would end up far from your destination.

And that’s exactly what happened. Arthimancy was three halls over and two floors down but Lysandra was too captivated by the rainy weather to have paid any attention. It wasn’t until she came around the corner and caught movement in her peripheral vision. Looking to the movement and away from her trance, Lysandra visibly whitened when she realized who it was. The same boy she’d avoided for the past few days. Whatever had possessed Lys’ tongue that day had left her because Lysandra froze and her mind went blank. She instinctively started looking for a hole to duck into but – as was her luck – there were none present.

Guilt ridden, Lysandra stood her ground for a moment, looking everywhere except Remus. After a moment and a deep breath, Lysandra jogged after the boy, her heels clicking against the cobblestone floors and her dark hair fanning around her face. When she was just a few feet from him, ”Lupin, wait.” She said, reaching out to stop him. Her heart raced, not from the jog but from the situation, and her stomach twisted painfully. She didn’t like apologies. Dear Merlin, she hated apologizing but she didn’t want to duck into a bathroom and run in on Regulus. Next time he might have his pants down and….well that would be horrible.

”Look Lupin, I’m sorry about the other day.” She said, her eyes one the charm bracelet around her wrist. She glanced from the bracelet to him and back again, still unaware that she was in the wrong hallway for her class. She didn’t defend her actions or give a reason why to them. She didn’t want to admit that the only reason she was so rude was because of the people she had been surrounded by. That sounded so pathetic.

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[Remus John Lupin]

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Oh, it can be assured that, had Remus known that he'd run into Lysandra there, he certainly wouldn't have stayed to wait for her, either. He had no idea she had been avoiding him (actually, he had been rather happy that he hadn't run into her again).
As Remus started walking away he was sure he heard her footsteps pause for a moment, but he never linked it to the real reason. He just guessed she was watching him or contemplating what to do. Or, maybe, he hoped, she hadn't seen him and was merely admiring a painting. Deep inside he knew that wasn't true.

As he turned the corner without her following him, Remus almost let out a sigh of relief. Then he could hear her jogging after him and his mind hardly had the time to think 'would she be in such a hurry to hex me?' before focusing primarily on walking a little faster.
"Lupin, wait." Remus could feel her reach out for him and easily dodged contact by moving away in a split second, turning around and facing her. Okay, so maybe werewolf reflexes weren't too bad now and again.
He had stopped walking, facing her and clenching his wand through the fabric of his cloak. Had she been a boy, he would just have threatened her with a hex and walked away, but - damn him, he was fifteen! It was most unfair that such a vile-tongued creature could look so nice.

"Look Lupin, I’m sorry about the other day." Remus had trouble not laughing, the corners of his mouth quivering upwards in a way which might well be mistaken for nervousness.
"Yes, well, sure," he stammered. "Apology accepted." His voice was far from having the steady calmness he wanted it to have and he felt a blush rise to his cheeks. The lycanthrope quickly turned around before she could see it, planning to walk away further. He had accepted her apology (though he hardly believed she meant it), so she had no further business with him, nor a reason to be mad at him. Conversation over, right?

[lys]

If Lysandra had been a boy, the run in would have certainly gone differently, very differently. One thing Lysandra was sure of was that if she was a boy, her entire life would be different. If she were a member of the male population, she would have probably been raised by her father and looked up to him rather than her mother and that surely would have made her more like him. Tristan Rosier was not a nice person by any means. He was very much a purist and while he’d been in school, he had scarred most the muggleborn population. Lysandra knew this only because he bragged about it. When they walked down the streets of Diagon Alley, her father would chuckle whenever he saw someone he tormented during ‘the good ole days’ and go off into ‘this one time, your uncle and I…’ stories. Like a good daughter, Lysandra listened but her heart couldn’t help but go out to the poor people. She loved her father dearly but she was sincerely glad she wouldn’t have to go against him.

Thankfully Lysandra was a girl and her kind-hearted mother took part in her upbringing. Course after the tongue lashing that Lysandra had given Lupin, she doubted he believed it. Remus probably believed that her parents’ eyes glowed red and that they were pure evil and she couldn’t blame him. The way she had acted was horrific. Why had she? Because Meda and Cissa had been standing there, that’s why. Lysandra wanted desperately to impress her female cousins. If it meant taking down a few muggleborns……mudbloods, so be it. Familial approval was more important. Unfortunately, Lysandra was soft hearted like her mother and always felt guilty about whatever afterwards which lead to awkward apologies and situations like this.

In all reality, Lysandra just needed to learn how to shut up and stand up for herself.

But, despite having apologized, Lysandra was dissatisfied with the reaction she received from Remus. She moved to get in front of him, reaching out to stop him again, having taken no note of his movements before to avoid her touch. ”You probably don’t believe me but I really am sorry. Let me make it up to you?” She asked, sincerity showing in her face. She did want to make it up but what could she do? Public anything was not going to happen. Any sort of public apology would quickly be snuffed and to promise she’d never do it again was bull because she would. Next time Cissa and Meda were around, her tongue would be quick to please her cousins again and she would be back in the same spot.

Looking away from Remus towards the nearby window, which was poorly charmed to keep the condensation from fogging it up, Lysandra’s tongue started reacting quicker than her brain would have liked. ”I really am sorry” she repeated,

[/b]”I don’t like acting like a stuck up…snob”[/b] Lysandra rarely cursed [/b]”but for some reason around my cousins, I can’t help it….”[/b] The Slytherin girl bit the inside of her lip and waited for a response.

If Remus ran now, Lysandra’s temper would probably take over and she would hex him. Kind of contradictory, wasn’t it?
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[Remus John Lupin]

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I suppose we all, and Remus in particular, should just be glad that Lys was not a boy, then. Still, he didn't know there would be a difference between girl-Lysandra and boy-Lysander. To him it was all the same: pureblood insulting him. It was life, it was normal, it wasn't fun at all, but it was the way it was. Remus had learned that there was nothing you could do about such things, you could only endure them.
The way Lysandra was behaving now confused him thoroughly. It was out of the ordinary and not the way things usual unfolded themselves. This was absolutely not the way she was supposed to act. Why was she going through all this trouble? And why for him? Remus knew it couldn't be anything personal, that was simply impossible. Lysandra couldn't be doing this because she liked him for some unfathomable reason. But then why?

As she moved in front of him and reached out, he stopped abruptly and stepped back before she could touch him. Remus was fond of his personal bubble and didn't like being touched by people he didn't trust. He knew his clothes covered his scars and that you'd have to have very sensitive fingertips to feel them through his clothes, but still.. He couldn't, he wouldn't risk it. Not at all. Besides.. girls touching him. No, rather not. That was more Sirius kind of thing, right?
"You probably don’t believe me but I really am sorry. Let me make it up to you?" He raised his eyebrows, studied her face and eyes silently for a moment. Then he frowned pensively, looking away at the same window she was looking at. He wasn't quite sure. He couldn't read her, or it seemed he couldn't, because she appeared to be serious and he couldn't imagine that to be the truth.
For all he knew, this was some sort of way to hurt him even more elaborately than usual: by getting his hopes up and then crushing them all the way down.

"I really am sorry. I don’t like acting like a stuck up…snob." She surprised him more and more with every word that passed her lips. "But for some reason around my cousins, I can’t help it…." Remus sighed softly.
"Well.." He straightened his back. "I already accepted your apology," he simply said, not quite sure what to add to that.
He would just brush it off as though it was nothing (as though it hadn't affected him the way it had). If she meant her apologies, that was fine too, but he didn't expect anything of her (what could he ask, anyway?). If she didn't mean it and was trying to fool him, he was safe all the same. "You apologised, that's more than I could've hoped for." His voice was as calm as possible considering the circumstances, but he still avoided eye contact. Remus blushed slightly as he knew exactly what Sirius would say if a girl offered to make things up to him - especially a girl that looked like this.
To be honest? Remus wasn't used to being apologised to and he almost had to urge to say it wasn't her fault and that it was just normal of her to have insulted him like that. Still, she seemed to feel bad about it.. It almost made him feel guilty.
"I go through worse things." There. That should soothe her?

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”Well..I already accepted your apology.”

Lysandra opened her mouth to speak when Remus spoke again. Her lips curved into a small, slightly bashful smile. ”I really am sorry. I don’t like to do it but sometimes,” she paused, a little embarrassed to admit it, ”my tongue gets the better of me when Cissa and Meda are around.” She looked a bit ashamed of this. ”Rather frequently would be more accurate I suppose.”

Knowing he hung around with Sirius Black and noticing the slight blush in his cheeks, Lysandra was tempted to teasingly point out that she was not offering any sexual favors to Remus to ‘make it up to him’ but thought better of it. Remus didn’t seem to be a whore monger. In fact, he seemed like the type who would have turned tail and run – no pun intended – if she mentioned sex. She’d have to keep that in mind next time she wanted him to get away from her…before she said something mean to him. Mention sex and hopefully the boy would get all red in the face and run. Then again, might that be pushing it far enough to make him not want to forgive her? Lys didn’t want that but don’t ask why cause Lysandra didn’t know. She probably would just shrug and say something along the line of ‘he seems like he is a nice guy’.

But Remus ‘going through worse things’ stirred mixed emotions in Lysandra. First was that there was something more intimidating than Lysandra – she obviously didn’t have the slightest inkling she was staring at a werewolf – at Hogwarts but that was just a psychological thing. Her cousins made it very clear that nothing should be more intimidating than her, except maybe them. And the second was pity. She didn’t like the idea that someone had gone through worse than a semi-public embarrassment like she had recently laid out on him. That was bad enough, no one needed to go through worse. Well, except maybe Potter and Sirius but they were a bit egocentric so it would do them good. Course they could probably get attacked by a dementor and find a way to boast about that. But since Remus was the object of focus, Lysandra’s brow tensed and she looked straight at Remus, trying to decipher what he meant.

Was he trying to hint at something? Perhaps he was seeking her help in someway but forbidden to ask directly or give direct details. There were spells that could do that. Perhaps his dad was beating him or something to that affect? Then again, maybe he was making a joke and he was trying to imply that that OWLs were worse than a tongue lashing by her. Frankly, Lysandra would agree. OWLs were horrible and she hadn’t even taken them just yet. Just the rumors about them was horrible!

”Like what?” She asked, hoping to quench her curiosity.

[Remus John Lupin]

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Remus couldn't help but mimick her small smile, the first real smile he'd directed at her in.. ever. He wouldn't admit it right away, but his doubts about her intentions were fading quickly; he was more and more convinced that she was telling the truth and was actually sorry. "Peer pressure is a harsh thing," he admitted. Remus was subjected to it, too - he hardly turned his duties as a Prefect upon his friends, he was too afraid to lose them if he did so.
As for taunting Remus with sexual remarks, yes, that would certainly scare him away. If she did, it was very probable he would never look her in the face again. Remus had never had a girlfriend, something he liked to blame on the fact that he was around Sirius a lot - why would a girl even notice him if there was Sirius to gawk at? The true reason, however, was that he was afraid to let them come too close. Them being 'girls'. He couldn't read them as well as he could boys. They always seemed to see right through you, with their silly, terrifying girl-instincts.. Remus was too afraid to be found out. But then again.. he had never been in love before. Remus would probably not find it as easy to ignore his emotions if he actually did find a girl he liked. He never thought about it much. Ever since James had started hanging around Lily and Sirius seemed to be able to make girls faint with a wink, Remus had given all this a brief thought and had decided he would probably never interact with girls like that. He was a monster. Not only did he not deserve it, he also couldn't tell them (as that would mean his end - not in the least at Hogwarts) which meant having a lie as a foundation for a relationship. Never good. He couldn't not tell them, either. Also, Sirius had hinted often enough about what he did with girls when they were alone and Remus knew very well what he meant, even though the word had never really been said directly by him. He knew it meant taking clothes off and he couldn't stand the idea someone setting eyes on him in such a state. Even his mates hardly saw him with his top of, if he could help it.

When Remus mentioned 'worse things', he hadn't even meant his affliction. He had meant she had only used words on him. Words could be terrible in their own way and Lysandra had certainly proven that she was more than able of hurting people with words, but Remus had also gone through a fair share of hexes and curses. Ofcourse, approximately one week of the month, his body was aching already. The few days before full moon, then full moon itsself and then several days of soreness afterwards. Remus was very good at enduring pain, but that didn't mean bruising curses and the like did not affect him. Especially after full moon it could sometimes almost be too much.
He saw Lysandra looking at him with that look. She was trying to figure him out. She was trying to read him. Something akin to panic flashed in Remus eyes for a very, very brief moment before he replaced his expression with half a smile and a shrug, as though it didn't matter. "Your way of hurting is just with words, I must say Slytherin physical abuse is about just as worse and a lot more troublesome, usually." It was never pleasant when your feet were shrunk or the tendons in your wrists or elbows were cut by a curse. It hurt and left him partly immobile, often requiring the help of his friends to get to the hospital wing - that was actually the worst, when he needed help. Remus hated being a bother.
The OWL's were, actually, the least of his worries.