The Muggle Who Did Something: A marauders era fanfiction

Chapter 3: The Knock at the Door

The two handsome men were waiting silently, each going over the night's events in their own mind.

"It was just the right thing to do." Cynthia settled on this response in lieu of being submitted to a psych ward... or worse. It was an honest response as well. She would have felt terrible leaving those two strangers to deal with whatever that was.

Neither man looked quite convinced of this, but would not get the chance to do anything about it.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

The sound of someone at the door caused the room to be still.

Everyone froze, their own thoughts coming to a halt. Cynthia's hands instantly grew sweaty and clammy. She took another step away from the door as if it would bite her. Sirius raised his stick up in the air ready to strike. Cynthia's brow furrowed as she wondered if he'd hit his head or something during their getaway.

James stepped forward pulling Cynthia even further from the door, stepping in front of her.

Apparently he had a habit of shielding women from things. Guess chivalry isn't quite dead yet. Cynthia gratefully regarded the man's consistent gestures, married or not.

Cynthia watched the door waiting silently. She couldn't sense much, being overwhelmed by the intense feelings of that dangerous man earlier. How inconvenient. It would probably take a while before she could 'feel' things unless they were right in front of her. The girl just hoped it wouldn't take too long.

The three young adults waited with bated breath... not moving a muscle.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*

"Cynthia?" the worried voice of an older woman could be heard through the door. Cynthia could have cried!

'Thank heavens, it's just her.' The young woman felt the stress she carried relax just a little at the sound of her elders voice.

The two men waiting in her flat didn't know how to react. Neither knew what to expect from a muggle door guest, but this was definitely not one of the possibilities they considered. They both turned again to Cynthia waiting to see what she would do.

"Cynthia?? Are you okay dear? Can you hear me?" The poor older woman outside grew more desperate for a reply.

Looking up at the clock on the wall, it read '10:38 pm' meaning Cythia had missed checking in with Martha by almost 10 minutes. She only agreed to 'check in' because Martha kept mentioning how her precious little 'Sophia' had gone missing late at night.

Between the elder woman's sad shaking voice and tears it was impossible to say no. Cynthia really did feel bad for her, losing someone like that was something she never hoped to understand. The young woman cleared her dry throat and took a deep breath.

This was going to be messy.

"It's okay Martha!" She called out. "I'm here. Did you need something?"

"Oooh Goodness girl!" The kind woman's voice quickly switched from worry to protective rage. "Where have you been!! I've been worried sick! Why didn't you let me know when you got home? Open this door!" The constant shake in Martha's voice mixed with her anger in a funny way. It made her sound even more precious in Cynthia's opinion. She was still far to nosy thought.

Both boys visibly relaxed, hearing such a 'normal' interaction eased their worries. They stood there wondering what to do nonetheless.

Cynthia stepped away from her guests and closer to the door so she could better project her voice.