"You are the sweetest feeling I have ever know."
In which ••• a werewolf stuck on the ground, falls for a raven, wishing for the sky.
•slow/kinda slow burn
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YEAR ONE - FEBRUARY 1972 "I am willing to give it up for you."
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The cold months of September have long since passed, the first year students no longer afraid to walk the confusing halls of Hogwarts alone. The chilliness of February settled in as Remus Lupin sat in the hospital wing with Madam Pomfrey. The full moon was last night, it had been a relatively bad one at that. Remus had a new, deep gash across his face, the stitches applied allowing the skin to knit back together better with the help of Madam pomfrey's wand. Werewolf injuries could never heal completely, they would always leave a scar, but at least they could knit the skin.
The brunette sat in the hospital bed, wincing as three boys slammed open the door to the hospital wing, holding baskets of chocolate and tea, books and parchment, a get well soon card situated on top of it all. The three boys were fond of the injured boy, as was the wolf fond of them, but the basket wasn't from them.
"Honestly mate, you've gotta stop getting banged up all the time! Where'd this one come from then, ay?" James said, sliding the brown basket onto the bedside table, carefully handing the boy a chocolate frog. Remus looked at the basket questionable, James, Sirius, and Peter wouldn't get him a gift basket. He shrugged it off, not paying any attention to the motive behind it, he cared more about the chocolate frog melting in his hand.
"I was helping Madam Pomfrey with some things and I fell off a ladder, hit my face against the rails." The resident nurse nodded her head, eyes avoiding those of the other boys. "She told me to stay overnight, to be sure that I didn't have a concussion." He explained, hoping they didn't ask any questions.
"That doesnt explain why you get so bloody pissy," Sirius said, digging through the gift basket for a treat. "It's happening every month, and the day after you show up here all mangled." Black retrieved his prize, a sugar quill colored bright red. Remus rolled his eyes at his friend, his heart aching for his concern. He couldn't keep his condition hidden forever, but he could damn well try his hardest.
Behind the trio, after a clammer of footsteps, came a girl with brown hair and dark eyes, her blue and black robes billowing behind her as a fluffy cat followed. She held textbooks from a transfiguration class, another from a professor Kettleburn of Care of Magical Creatures. Her brow was stitched with concern for her friend.
"Ah, there you are. I see you got my basket, I wasn't sure if I would be able to sneak away from McGonagall in order to give it to you." Rhylara Hightower stepped closer to the group, her familiar, Smokey, sat between her legs. The girl didn't want to intrude, but she was worried for her friend.
Madam Pomfrey stood back, her healing spell had finished mending Remus' face to the best of its abilities, a bright pink scar left. The wound had stretched from ear to jaw, right across the center of the boy's face, joining the other two already across his cheeks and brow. The nurse nodded her head.
