The House of Hawke has been called the traitorous, filthy and scum house the entire time that name was known to the living.
Past or future, one would accompany it with the adjective "Horrifying".
It was a matter of grief for the youngest daughter...
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Before Nightfall, 1977 September 11th, chilling
It is after four days that I am alone with Remus.
I had asked Lily to show me the library during noon, missing half of my Charms lesson while I infatuatedly stared at all the books.
I wasn't that much of a reader but the library was gorgeous! And I liked History anyway.
After Transfiguration when I finally find my way back to the place, Remus is there, too. And he is alone.
Alone aka without Ella Jane Hawke.
I am all jittery when I pick up the first book I see at random and make my way over to him. He looks the epitome of adorable in his golden and red jumper and casual muggle trousers, all cosied up near the farthest table I could see in the library. The window was casting a faint glow right on the book he was reading which made him even more comfortable, he looked as though he could fall asleep in moments.
A smile automatically lit my face when I tapped his shoulder once. Twice. As assumed, he was in a daze, half asleep.
"Uh - Elena?"
"Hello, Remus." I smiled, dropping my book on the table in front of him and getting seated adjacently.
A drowsy smile worked its way on his lips and my attention caught there for a moment before it was on the book in my hands.
Lycanthropy And Its Signs
I frown but open it anyway. Remus is still in a daze beside me and it makes me chuckle.
"You're so goddamn adorable when you're sleepy," I say softly when his eyes begin to flutter close. "Here,"
Remus jolts awake, startled when I gently touch his shoulder and lower his head onto my lap. "Wh-What - "
"You're obviously uncomfortable there," I say. "And the library chair you're on isn't even cushioned. Just shut up and close your eyes."
"But - "
"In the wise words of Minerva McGonagall, Remus Lupin, no butts."
Remus laughs silently, his shoulders shaking against me before he turns, his back on my lap and looks at me. Really, looks at me.
He's got this sweet expression on his face which makes me think he might be happy to see me here and it makes me so goddamn fluttery I despise it the same amount I love it.
And then he's sleepily smiling, his eyes closing without his permit when he opens them again as if too afraid to fall asleep like this. I roll my eyes.
"Go to sleep, love, I'm going to be here for a while."
With that, I knot my fingers in his hair, softly caressing them, playing with wavy sandy strands when his eyes finally shut close and his breathing evens in no time.
