The Muggle Who Did Something: A marauders era fanfiction

Chapter 20: Diricawl Drool

Cynthia watched the man leave, still a little shocked at the revelation that she was so ill. She honestly felt just fine, better than she should... perhaps that was what he meant? His magic might be working like a drug that numbs the pain. She might not be feeling it, but her body would still need time to recover.

The girl let out a deflating sigh.

Well, that settled it she supposed. At least she could ask these boys more questions while she 'recovered'. Hopefully that magical medicine would help. She was quite curious about how it would do that.

The girl halted her thoughts forcefully.

Goodness gracious! She needed to stop getting so distracted over every little thing. She needed to focus. No more talk of dragons or elves! No more thinking about magical medicines or the like there up, at least until she had some proper answers as to who had broken into her apartment and why.

Even with this internal moment of chastisement, the young woman couldn't help but smile as considered what she had learned from Remus.

Though she had her doubts, this whole magic thing seemed more real the longer she considered it. The name still felt tacky, but perhaps that was 'her' people's fault for trying to imitate the real deal.

Gosh, even thinking that last line felt weird. She shook her head, moving on.

It was quite refreshing, having someone actually answer her questions. Heaven knew that for every inquiry answered another three filled its place. Regardless, Remus was an excellent guide to this magic stuff. The young man seemed to be a natural teacher, easily following her random line of questioning. His explanations were easy to understand, not convoluted or long-winded like some of the instructors she'd had in the past.

It was obvious she'd touched on something when they were discussing werewolves. She was happy things were smoothed over well enough with the man, though she would need to be careful. It might be wise to steer clear for that subject a while, not that the idea bothered her too much. There were plenty of other things she could ask the man about. Perhaps he might have some insight into her abilities?

Cynthia stopped, her heart thumping uncomfortably. The warning of her uncle echoed in her mind, a lump forming in her throat.

She was really getting too comfortable with these people. They hadn't proved themselves that trustworthy, even if they had rescued her. There were still far too many unknowns, questions she needed answers to before she even considered bringing that up.

She hesitated a moment, looking down at her own hands.

They were clean, though very dry now. She stretched her fingers a little, noticing the pain in them was dwindling. She rubbed her hands together, massaging the joints. Perhaps this sort of ache was why her uncle could be so crotchety sometimes.

The girl couldn't help thinking the moody old man was probably right about trusting people too quickly. She wouldn't say anything more than she needed to, for now at least. She could always bring things up later, but she needed to focus on getting a good understanding of these people first.

The girl reached up pulling her hair out of its ponytail as her thoughts came to an end. She combed it with her fingers trying to work the tangles out of it. Though now clean, thanks to the fore mentioned man, it was rather unruly at the moment. Cynthia pulled at several twigs as she leaned back on the stool precariously.

The woman found herself absentmindedly looking around the room again. Though the tall man had cleaned up most of the room there were still several spots that were filthy, namely the book shelves and a few small tables. He'd mentioned the shelved had some sort of protection, perhaps these tables have something similar to prevent his magic.