The Muggle Who Did Something: A marauders era fanfiction

Chapter 4: Out the Window

Cynthia wanted nothing more than to grill these guys for answers, but she knew better. The way these men handled tonight told her alot about them.

First, these were not regular boys. They knew what they were doing, almost like they had been trained. They were dangerous. They could be either part of a rival gang of some kind, or some sort of task force to manage them. Neither option involved her, and would probably just mean more trouble.

The second reason was simpler. They wouldn't answer even if she asked. She'd already tried asking and all she got was a warning of sorts. It would be a waste of time. 'No use beating a dead horse' as the saying goes.

The best solution would be to just let them go and pretend it was a dream. Yeah, a lovely dream that she could use as some inspiration. The idea of writing something up based on these handsome men made Cynthia very happy! She wasn't one to waste such an experience.

And Lastly, she didn't want them to find out about her. That was the last thing she needed.

A faint memory from her youth came to mind.

'The secrets people keep are a mercy, to either others or themselves.' The distant voice of her Uncle explained. 'Don't mat'r if they mean it that way or not, it's just the facts. Best you don't pry, if you know what's good for ya.'

As always her gruff uncle's advice helped steer her, grounding her trust herself. The young woman would have to see what she could learn about the new energy she sensed on her own.

Her family had imprinted the importance of a secret onto her years ago. Talking about her abilities was not wise, it would only complicate things. It was best not to lean too much on others for these kinds of things. It only put everyone involved at risk, and Cynthia was not keen to do that. Her thoughts coming to a close she moved on.

Cynthia raised her eyebrow before responding to Sirius' question, having yet to answer.

"Were you expecting me to lock you up or something?" Cynthia innocently sidestepped the question with one of her own. Neither group would get the answers they truly wanted, not tonight at least.

Sirius' face quickly morphed into one she couldn't quite place. He didn't actually think that was what she would be doing, did he?

The odd expression looked good on him regardless. Cynthia doubted he ever didn't look good. He was still kinda sweaty looking at the moment and that only seemed to add something more to him. James was smirking outright, clearly amused at his friends' expense.

"I mean, you did drag two very handsome men to your home without hesitation." Sirius' pointed out the current situation causing Cynthia's cheeks to burn just a little.

"Men?" she questioned looking around the room with false concern. Sirius folded his arms glaring at her playfully. He didn't even entertain the idea that He and James looked young enough to excuse her behavior for a moment.

James enjoyed watching the back-and-forth banter of these two. It had been a long while since Sirius had been so talkative towards a girl, shame she was just a muggle.

"Okay fine," the young woman sighed, turning to lead them down the hall. "Like I said before, it was the right thing to do." She shrugged as they followed her deeper into the flat.

Pushing the door to her bedroom open, she got the light. The girl was ever grateful she'd just cleaned up a few days ago. She'd been embarrassed enough earlier and didn't want to add to the feeling regardless of if she'd be seeing these strangers again.

"And yet here you are," Sirius continued, "Leading me to the bedroom." He quickly stepped closer to Cynthia trying to get her to face him. "Most girls would at least get me a drink first."