"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 FIVE - SEPTEMBER 1975 "Infinitive doesn't even begin to describe what you are to me."
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The station was crowded as always, even having arrived early, seven year old Smokey standing at the height of Rhylara's knee, his proud nose raised in the air. Rhylara twirled her hair around her finger, waiting for her friends to arrive, sucking on a sugar quill, alone with her cat in the corner of the station.
Over the years, Rhylara had grown up to be a mature young lady, July 15 marking her fifteenth birthday. She had a fuller chest, longer legs and arms, and a mind sharper than ever. Standing at about 167 centimeters, her hair grown to reach just below her shoulders, a shag cut with bangs. She wore a low-rise jeans and a pair of Doc Martens, and a tight fitting tank top, a jumper fitted overtop to keep her warm against the cold september air. She watched the jittery first years search for platform 9 3⁄4, unable to ask the muggles for directions without getting laughed at. Rhylara smiled as she watched a boy's face light up upon finding the entrance, running straight into the brick wall, disappearing within seconds. She remembered her first time, how her father held her hand as they disappeared. Nothing could recreate that feeling.
"I don't believe it. Is that the new Ravenclaw Prefect?" A fake Australian accent filled her ears, identifying him as James Potter, the resident lover boy of Gryffindor, behind him was Peter and Sirius. "Remus isn't here yet, we can go save a cart if you need." Peter hugged the girl, followed by the other two boys, dismissing her earlier proposal.
"Hello to you boys, hope you're ready for me to crack down on your behavior this year." She smiled as the three pet Smokey, his purrs filling the station corner. "I'm still trying to make it to Romania." Sirius rolled his newly black eyes, Peter playing with the feline in the corner, using a stray string he pulled from his coat. Rhylara regarded his eye with pity, over the summer, Sirius had run away from the Black's Household, his parents disowning him after being sorted into another house than Slytherin. She had a guess on where the injury came from.
"Still trying to play with those lizards up north huh?" The Black boy said, brushing a head of black curls away from his face, a new lip and ear piercing shining. "I thought you gave up on that." Sirius smirked, taking in his friend's appearance, motioning for her to do a twirl, she did not. She took in the three boys, how they were after the summer.
James let his hair grow out, the mop of black curls reaching the top of his shoulders. His round glasses had a chip out of the frame, probably from his summer practices from Quidditch. James was the seeker of the Gryffindor house, having won many times against Rhylara's own house. James wore muggle sneakers, and baggy jeans, a jumper tucked into the front of a belt. He had a bag around his shoulder, most likely enchanted to hold more than it seems. His tanned skin and darker freckles made him seem more innocent than what he really was. The main man of the Marauders was anything but innocent.
Rhylara glanced over at Peter, still playing with her cat. The boy grew bigger in the waist, not so much in the height. His chubby face was kind, eyes full of joy as the cat chased after the thin string from his pocket. His hair was cropped, recently shaven it seems, and wore the button down shirt and trousers from the Hogwarts uniform. A pair of black shoes paired nicely with his attire. Her gaze flickered over to the boy with the black eye.
