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...
Hogwarts, Scotland Highlands, 1977 December 20th, frost bite
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"Don't you have classes?"
"I do."
"Then what are you doing here?"
"I'm hiding from myself."
"Interesting," Madame Pomfrey exclaims. "Does that hiding also include a certain sandy-haired boy?"
I sigh, "Yes, and he said he needs some time alone so I'm here."
"Had a fight, did you?"
"No," I make a face. "We had a boggart class and his was a dead me."
Poppy grimaced, "I can sense where this is going,"
"I died through a werewolf attack."
"Oh, dear."
"Oh, dear, indeed." I shake my head.
"Well, if it helps," She smiles sympathetically, "your other friend is getting better. He's got a concussion and has a fracture in his left arm but the impact wasn't on the spine so he'd be fine."
I smile back at her, "It does help, Poppy, thank you."
She nods and pats my shoulder before leaving.
I look back at Sirius where he's sleeping so peacefully it makes me want to sweep his hair off his face. I surrender to the urge.
My hands brush his forehead, tucking his strands behind his ear when his eyes open for the first time in 2 days.
"Elena?" He croaks.
I snatch my hand back, "Hey, how do you feel?"
"Water." He grimaces, trying to sit up.
I help him lean against the headboard before pouring a glass of warm water as instructed by Madame Pomfrey. He sips half of it and returns it to me.
"What are you doing here?" He asks, leaning back and shutting his eyes.
I look up at the fluorescent bulb and switch it off at once, closing the drapes so the light is as dim as possible. He opens his eyes and smiles at me thankfully.
"I came here to check on you," I tell him. "and also because I can't be in the classes right now."
"Trouble in paradise?"
I roll my eyes, cracking a grin. "Sort of. We did boggarts."
He cringes, "Oh, no."
"I know!" I sigh. "You can guess."
"I think I already know." He shakes his head. "Poor Moony."
"He shut me out," I complain. "I cannot believe it. I want to be there for him, you know? But no, he distanced himself."
