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all it takes is their name
and rush of reckless memories,
ravage your brain,
a surge of whirling emotions
shoot through your veins
- niocra kladsfelm
⇸ |04| lupin
Eyes fluttering open Narcissa winced as the harsh morning light filtered in through the window, her eyes squinting against the assault. However, as she glanced around confusion overwhelmed her as she was greeted with infirmary beds. Only one other was occupied, a young boy with brown hair and scars upon his face gave her a kind -yet tired- smile.
"You're finally awake." He spoke, his eyes wrinkling with concern, "I'll get Madam Pomfrey for you."
Narcissa weakly waved her hands, indicating for him to wait. Pausing he glanced at her in curiosity.
"Water?" She croaked, her voice straining as she struggled to speak, her throat burning from the lack of moisture.
Stiffly the boy stood, his hand reaching for the cup upon his desk as he shuffled towards her, with what looked like a grimace of pain. Giving him a tired, thankful smile Narcissa greedily swallowed the contents of the cup. The cool liquid quenching her thirst and soothing the pain.
"Why am I here?" She asked, confusion contorting her face as her memories were groggy with sleep still.
"You were unconscious when you were brought in. Madam Promfrey ran a few tests and decided that you were incredibly stressed and your body just decided to shut down and basically reboot to alleviate whatever was going on up there," he explained, his small shoulders shrugging as he gestured towards her head.
Shocked Narcissa wasn't sure whether she wanted to smile at the young boy in amusement or cry at the fact that her body had literally shut down on her, "Quite smart, aren't you? What year are you in anyway?" She asked, genuinely impressed.
"I'm a second year," he informed her, a shy smile crawling it's way onto his face as he stuck out his hand, "Remus Lupin, pleasure to meet you."
"Narcissa Black, pleasure is mine." She drawled out slowly, assessing the boy as she shook his hand. She missed the intrigued look upon his face as she dropped her name because she was instead studying the little scars and bruises that riddled his arms, some were even fresh and red against his pale skin. She raised an eyebrow, her eyes meeting his, "What're you in here for?"
His smile dropped and so did his hand as it slipped from hers, before he shrugged, "Being clumsy and having an incredibly weak immune system doesn't coincide well apparently."
Narcissa could spot a lie from miles away, a talent she had picked up from the world of pureblood elitists. It was either eat or be eaten in her reality and that tended to make a person rather intuitive when it came to others and their intentions. And Remus Lupin, while maybe not outright lying, was definitely hiding something. However, she didn't call the boy out nor did she press him. Whatever secret he wanted to keep wasn't of any concern to her, nor was it her place to pressure the poor boy.
