Big Bad Werewolf (RemusLupinXOC)

Big, Bad Werewolf

Disclaimer – I don't own anything. I do own Victoria 'Tori' Phelps though. The pictures are what I picture Tori and a young Denis look like.

When Victoria 'Tori' Phelps was sorted into Ravenclaw, everyone was surprised. She was loud, outgoing and outrageously funny along with being loyal, strong willed and brave - the perfect qualities for a Gryffindor. She was tall with dirty blonde hair, light blue bordering on green eyes and very lightly tanned skin. She had a cute button nose that crinkled when she laughed and a wide smile. Her arrival at Hogwarts was unexpected but welcomed (by most). She had come from being home-schooled to joining Hogwarts in the Marauders seventh and final year at the school and her attractive looks had instantly caught Sirius Black's attention. Known as the 'womaniser' of the school and his devilishly handsome features consisting of dark, curly hair, muscled figure and a cheeky smile it was no surprise that he went chasing after the new student.

And she wasn't interested.

Much to the interest of the school (except the Slytherins who didn't care for either of the parties involved), Tori turned Sirius down the first time he asked her to Hogsmeade. And the second. And the third. This continued, despite Sirius' friends' advice to stop chasing her like James had chased Lily and ease off a bit, until Sirius finally gave up after the twentieth attempt.

"I can't do it anymore," he whined and slumped on a bench in the centre of the Gryffindor table. James Potter – black, messy hair, round glasses and hazel eyes constantly sparkling with mirth – smirked at his best friend and reached over to pat his shoulder.

"Have you finally given up then?" Lily Evans – James' girlfriend with red, curly hair and glittering, bottle green eyes – asked carefully as she stole James' toast. It was testament to how much he loved her that he didn't protest. Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew arrived and sat across from the other three.

"What's wrong with Sirius?" Remus asked, eyeing the Black with confusion. James snorted.

"Tori rejected him agein and he has finally given up, judging by our assessment," he replied and Remus rolled his golden brown eyes towards the ceiling with exaggerated relief and ran a hand through his sandy brown blonde hair. Sirius mumbled a weak insult from his folded arms where his head lay. Peter – slightly wimpy, blonde/brown hair and watery eyes – laughed slightly at him. Sirius' head rose to glare at his friends but instead his eyes spotted a pretty brunette towards the end of the table and he shot off towards her. Lily rolled her eyes and stole James' second piece of toast.

"Looks like he's back," she commented airily. James put his arm around her waist and nuzzled her neck, causing her to giggle.

"Yes, it looks like," Remus replied absentmindedly as he stared at the Ravenclaw table. At Victoria.

°Later°

Remus sat in the library, scribbling frantically on his parchment. The Herbology essay wasn't due until a week later but he wanted it out of the way and he knew James, Sirius and Peter would be looking to copy the night before. Sometimes they'd even done homework on the morning it was due in. Remus had learned in the second week of his first year at Hogwarts to do his homework first otherwise the others (mainly James and Sirius) would be prone to trouble. Letting them copy enabled them to get in trouble for more 'productive' things, in James' words.

"Remus?" said a feminine voice. His head snapped up to see Victoria's blue-green eyes looking at him inquisitively.

"Hello," he greeted in a relatively calm voice, despite the fact that his heart was hammering in his chest. Hard.

"Um, is that the Herbology essay?" she asked, eyeing the parchment with his precise writing on it. He nodded.

"I needed it out of the way." He couldn't believe he was having a conversation with Victoria. She seemed rather out of reach to anyone except the select and close group of four friends she had. Confident and sociable she was but she didn't seem to trusting of many people. Yet here she was, speaking to him.