The Sun and Her Moon- Remus Lupin

Grave Digging

The earthy smell of dirt and decaying organic material filled Aveline's senses, causing her to jolt awake.

"Ow!" she hissed, as her forehead smacked into a very strong wooden board

Initially, confusion washed over her.

Where was she?

Why did she feel so heavy?  As if every single one of her usual floating and limber limbs were being weighed down by clumps of wet sand.

This odd feeling in her body was familiar, but distant.

The heightened feeling of her senses, the aches and pains in her body that had been absent for years, the pounding feeling in her head where she smacked it into the board.

As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could make out the fact she seemed to by lying in a tiny wooden box.

Aveline let out a gasp.

Holy shit.

Aveline Rosier was alive.

Her initial excitement was quickly fogged by panic, as she realized not only she was she alive— she was six feet under in her own casket.

She may be alive, but if she didn't get herself out of her soon, she wouldn't be for much longer.

"Deep breathes Aveline, we can figure this out," she muttered to herself, squeezing her eyes shut and trying to think.

It had been many years since Aveline had been in the physical body of a witch. It felt off. Her magic a bit unreachable, everything in her body a little bit unnatural.

The feeling of something sharp digging into her side caught her attention. She squeezed her hand down in the small crack between her and the coffin wall. She felt the familiar handle of a cold wooden wand, and her fingers wrapped around it, cracking as they did.

An instant spark flew from the tip of her wand, causing Aveline to jolt and smack her head against the coffin once again.

She forgot how painful being alive was.

Taking a deep breathe, she gripped the handle firmly, raising it as much as she could, pointing the tip towards the coffin roof.

"Bombarda," she whispered, and the latin spell was carried of her tongue as if it a song.

At first she panicked, she had been doing this spell since she was eleven but with an unused tongue the syllables felt foreign.

Did she even still have the ability to do magic?

But then there it was— the feeling of warmth travelling through her beings, a bit like fire but not a burning fire, just a warm fire that embraced every inch of her cold, stiff body. She felt the magic travel through her, till it burst out the end of her wand, and the loud sound of exploding wood met her ears.

Perhaps the spell was a bit more powerful than Aveline had intended, for the roof and ground above her began shooting out in every which direction.

Dirt and smoke filled her lungs, the woman letting out a lie cough, as for the first time in fifteen years, Aveline Rosier sat up.

Sunlight hit her face, nearly blinding her eyes that were so used to the dark conditions, as she slowly pulled herself to her feet.

Her knees were wobbly, the woman nearly loosing her footing as she clung onto mounds of dirt wall to steady herself.

With the help of a couple more spells and some scrappy climbing, Aveline managed to haul herself out of the hole, and onto the cemetery grass in an out of breath huff.