"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 - APRIL 1972 "Monsters don't care about being monsters."
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Smokey the cat sat at the end of the table, watching as his owner slept on the library table, surrounded by books and parchments scribbled on. The books around Rhylara were ones containing information of human transformations, herbology, agriculture, even some 16th century folklore. It had been two months since the brunette had heard Madam Pomfrey and Professor McGonagall talking in the hospital wing, Remus had visited the same place two times since February with injuries worsening each time.
The most recent visit three days ago, Remus had broken an arm and fractured his hand, the least of his wounds. James, Peter, and Sirius had thought that their friend was getting bullied and threatened to hex the culprit. Sirius went a step further than hexing. Remus shut down their threats, promising that there was no bully, just an unfortunate tumble down the Ravenclaw stairs. He hoped they wouldn't question why he was in the Ravenclaw wing of the castle, and hoped that a certain raven wouldn't walk in and rebuke his statement. Remus was discharged from the hospital wing and it was as if nothing happened at all, the three boys didn't ask anymore questions, until the next lunar cycle. The thought alone sent chills down the lanky boy's spine, having to continue to lie to his friends.
The pieces of parchment in the library had notes scribbled down on them, where aconite came from, how it was grown, other names for the plant. There were other subsections of the notes of what the plant was used for. One common potion brewed from the plant was one used for werewolves, it was used to help them keep their mind during the full moon. The only issue with that, is first one must be turned into a werewolf for it to work. Obviously. On other pieces of parchment, were notes concerning known human transformations. Animagus, werewolves, even metamorphmagus was among the list, along with a few examples from the folklores of the 16th century.
Werewolf was circled and highlighted in every piece of parchment, while others were marked out entirely. It explained Remus' absence during the full moon, why Madam Pomfrey couldn't heal his scars, why he was so ragged the day after a full moon. It would explain why Madam Pomfrey wanted to plant aconite in the herbology class, and why she wanted to do so for Remus. It took eight months, four of which were spent completely unaware, to put some pieces together. The Indigo girl felt so blinded, how had she not noticed earlier?
As Rhylara slept on the table, dinner was being served in the great hall, and a lanky boy hadn't seen her enter the hall, nor had a red haired girl Lily. The brunette and Red-haired girl had become rather close over their stay at Hogwarts. Rhylara, not having many friends within her own house, had sought out the girl to have a conversation with someone who could understand her. She wished on more than one occasion that she was sorted into the lion's house instead of the raven's. Sadly, bravery wasn't a trait she valued over all else, knowledge and intellect was more her way of thinking.
"Lily?" Remus turned to the girl, she sat across the table from him, with Marlene McKinnon. "Have you seen Rhylara? I didn't notice her walking in." James, in between Remus and Sirius, snickered. Remus rolled his brown eyes, taking another bite out of his mashed potatoes.
