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𝕴 hummed quietly to myself, wandering the hallways of the castle after handing in an essay early to professor Flitwick, wanting to get it out of the way so I didn't have to worry about it.
A few days had passed since the ordeal with Lily in the greenhouses and if I was really truthful I had been avoiding Remus ever since which was fairly easy considering it was the weekend and I locked myself up in my dorm or the common room, with only visiting Scarlette or the house elves in the kitchen. I didn't want to see Lily, especially when Scarlette explained to me what happened when I left. How Lily said she loves Remus.
I needed to process that away from everyone and everything. I've been friends with Lily Evans since my first year, we've always got along greatly until this year when it's been fairly rocky between us. Especially when it came to boys. Now, James and Amos I didn't really mind because I didn't like them in that way, Remus is completely different. I've never fancied or liked anyone the way I like Remus Lupin.
I like the person I am around him. I feel safe, I feel happy and dare I say I feel adored when he showers me in affection. We've never gone past nose kisses, there's a line between them. I like giving and receiving nose kisses but I would be lying if I said I wasn't desperate for more.
But there's too much happening, too much going on that always prevents us from taking the further step and whilst it's not his fault, I still have been hiding from him.
I gulped when I turned around the corner, spotting the very same werewolf walking down towards my direction, my heart pounding in my chest. I could turn around and run and I nearly did for a second until our eyes met, and he paused, blinking at me, my feet absolutely stuck to the floor.
"Willow" He breathed out weakly at the sight of the girl he hadn't seen since he gifted her the necklace. The same one he was using in his plan to ask her out and possibly kiss her, oh how much he was desperate for more with her. He adored nose kisses, it felt intimate, safe and it was their thing, but he was dying to kiss her lips and he knew that. Especially when she was here right in front of him, down the hall after she had been avoiding him.
She had been avoiding him and he hated it.
He finds his feet carrying him towards her before he could process it, his emotions taking the better of him as he watched her eyes grow wide as he steps closer and closer, her beginning to back away until he reaches out and wraps his hand gently around her tiny arm and pulled her back,
"Why are you avoiding me?" He asked lowly, banding his hand around my arm, my eyes down on the floor, reluctant to meet his because as soon as I would, my heart would skip a few beats as usual and that's what I'm trying to prevent which is proving more difficult when these intense feelings inside me were growing more and more for him each day, and were now indescribable to me.
Remus stares down at the Hufflepuff, calling her through his mind to see her beautiful, unique eyes, growing rather impatient when she doesn't look up. Patience has never been a virtue he's good at, not like her, especially when it involves her. He's waited, he's waited days, weeks, months and he's desperate for her. His heart is aching to be hers, mind you, he knows she's already claimed his heart, since the first time he met her only the train he knew there was something special about the girl, it's cliché like they say in books but it's true. He's always been mesmerised and fascinated by her. And she's avoiding him.
