The Muggle Who Did Something: A marauders era fanfiction

Chapter 7: A Nippy Morning

Cynthia awoke with the sunlight streaming through the soft sage green curtains. Normally she'd welcome the morning sun with at least a small smile. Today however she groaned loudly and rolled over, pulling her blanket over her head in protest. The girl felt sore in more ways than she ever considered possible. Oh, what the girl wouldn't give for something to ease her aches.

It had been a long restless night on her part. After her very long bath, she'd found her way to bed ready to pass out. Only, as soon as she tucked herself in, the very notion fled from her. She was wide awake. For hours she just laid there listening to the rain fall and her clock tick endlessly.

The girl had considered getting up to do something, but her body laughed at the idea. So there she waited for sleep to finally come to her. It must have at some point, or else she wouldn't have been reacting to the morning light as she was.

The young woman slowly opened her eyes and glared into the empty space in front of her. No point trying to get back to sleep. Best just get a move on.

Tea. Yeah, that's what she needed. Something warm to give her a boost.

Cynthia lay there a moment more before literally throwing the blankets off herself. The cold air nipped at her skin angrily. She must have forgotten to set the thermostat. The young lady groaned, sat up, and stared at nothing again. She methodically pulled her breath in and out trying to build the strength to move towards the kitchen.

One... Two... and she heaved herself up to stand. She stretched herself wearily for a moment. Always a good idea to start with a stretch.

"Ah!" She called out as a cramp settled in her calf.

She gingerly rubbed the area, trying to massage the pain away. It took several moments to settle the pain. Her legs were obviously quite tender from the night before and the cold spring air wasn't helping.

Throwing on her bathrobe loosely, she steadily made her way forward. The first thing she did was get the thermostat going. It was still a bit cold to leave off at night, but the girl didn't like the idea of leaving it on while she wasn't home.

Cynthia opened the hallway door, leading to the washroom. She tended to herself with her eyes practically closed, something her aunt had always laughed at. Before she knew it the young woman had somehow even set some toast and a herbal tea out for herself.

Cynthia sat on the couch with her knees pulled into her chest, holding a cup of tea in hand. She slowly sipped the warm liquid allowing it to pull her from the state of auto-pilot. As she became more conscious her eyes began to roam around the room remembering the night before.

The room held no signs of what had transpired, it was just as it always was. Cynthia needed to do some spring cleaning, no doubt. The kitchen was in need of a good scrub and the coffee table was riddled with things she could pack away. She was sure the shelves needed to be reorganized and probably dusted. And she needed to water her plants. Her eyes settled on a small shriveled and unidentifiable plant that sat near the front door.

This plant she'd had for only a few weeks. The girl glared at the little traitor. She'd spent good money on that thing, and it only lasted this long? The woman sighed. It really wasn't fair. There were several plants in the flat that were already dead and crispy, each needing to be disposed of.

The odd cactus her aunt had gifted her when she moved in had lasted the longest, but still died after a couple months. It was honestly a blessing when it died. It had the worst smelling flowers ever, often attracting insects into the house. Not to mention it was just hideous in Cynthia's opinion. The girl often compared it to a fuzzy looking brain, hence it was given the name Bryan, may it rest in peace. Honestly, she just wanted to enjoy a normal collection of houseplants, was that too much to ask?