My Marauders // J.P. , R.L. , S.B x OC

Ch. 8, Origins

Before Calliope knew it, the period was over. She was aware that skipping Professor Sprout's class wouldn't lead to severe consequences, perhaps just a gentle reprimand if the professor saw through her feigned illness. For now, this was a situation Calliope was willing to put behind her and worry about another day.

After their conversation, sleep overtook both Calliope and Remus. Calliope managed to wake up before him, realizing she had never known he was such a heavy sleeper. She wondered how upset he would be if she didn't wake him.

She checked the clock in the boys' room, making absolutely sure it was time for Remus to head to his next class. Unfortunately, it was. She looked down at the sleeping boy. He lay on his back with his head tilted towards Calliope. One hand rested on his chest while the other was slightly bent above his head.

Calliope had never seen Remus in such a peaceful state. She had stayed over in the boys' room many times, but this felt different. The deep tranquility seemed to envelop them both, allowing Remus to remain in such a serene mood.

To her, he looked angelic.

She sat up from her reclined position on his bed, bracing herself to wake him.

"Remus," she whispered, nudging his shoulder with the palm of her hand. "Wake up, Rem," she said again, this time nudging him slightly harder.

He stirred softly, his sleepy trance beginning to waver.

As she tried to wake him a third time, she adopted a different approach. She grasped his shoulder and began to shake him—not hard, but just enough to rouse him from his slumber.

Remus stirred, his brows furrowing slightly as he slowly awoke. His eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the light in the room. He blinked a few times, looking dazed and confused before his gaze settled on Calliope. A sleepy smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he recognized her, and he let out a soft, contented sigh. Stretching his arms above his head, he mumbled, "Good morning, Calliope," his voice thick with sleep.

"I wouldn't call it morning, Rem," a faint, breathy laugh escaping her mouth, "It's been way past noon."

Confusion struck his face, and he turned his head towards the grandfather clock. His eyes widened slightly as he registered the time, a hint of panic creeping into his expression.

"I have..." He trailed off, then quickly rose from the bed, heading straight to the mirror to tidy his hair and adjust his robes.

"Class," Calliope finishes his sentence, a soft smile gracing her face as she watches him panic. "You have nearly ten minutes to get there. I think it's okay if you take it a bit slower."

He shakes his head. "No, no, no," he mutters under his breath. "I have some questions for Professor Binns. It's better if I get there early."

Calliope gets off the bed and begins to search for his History of Magic textbook. Luckily, she finds it neatly stored on his desk among his other textbooks. Remus finishes adjusting himself in the mirror and walks over to find his textbook, delighted to see that Calliope has already found it for him.

"Ah, thank you, Cal—for this and also for waking me up on time," he smiles gratefully at her, taking the textbook from her hands. "Merlin knows I wouldn't have woken up on my own."

She gives a light hum in acknowledgment of his thanks. "You have a free period, correct?" Remus asks.

"Yeah," She confirms.

"Well, if you feel more comfortable staying in here, be my guest, but I can't guarantee that no one will come in," he smiles at her apologetically.

"That's okay. I was thinking about possibly going to the library anyway. Got to get studying, and with detention tonight, it definitely won't get done," she states, stepping toward the door as Remus opens it.