"I love the moon."
"I hate it." Remus said.
"It's so beautiful."
"It's what makes me what I am. It's nothing other than an ugly white orb." Remus grimaced.
"It reminds me of your soul. Beautiful and pure and, like the moon, I'm always looking forw...
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Not really a trigger warning, but I briefly mention self-harm and I talk about depression. It isn't too bad but if you get bothered easily by it I suggest not reading the end.
It was two days after winter break had begun and James Potter and Sirius Black were bored. Abrienne, content with reading and continuing her painting she started in the summer, had told them several times to do their homework, or to play outside, or even clean their room, but James and Sirius wanted to do anything but what Abrienne suggested.
With her long hair in a messy bun and her fingers covered in different colours, Abrienne continued, stroke by stroke, to complete her Autumn-themed painting. She could hear the boys downstairs; they were yelling at each other and it sounded as if they were rolling around on the floor. Abrienne assumed they were roughhousing- they were often found wrestling over the smallest things.
Abrienne pushed her glasses she only wore outside of school higher up the bridge of her nose, smearing orange paint on the lens in the process. Swearing to herself, she quickly wiped the lens with an old rag and places the glasses back on her nose.
It had been no longer than five minutes when the yelling stopped and two pairs of heavy footsteps were heard coming up the stairs. Abrienne rolled her eyes and began packing away her paints. She knew she would be unable to continue painting the minute the two troublemakers entered her room.
"Addie!" Sirius exclaimed as he burst into her room, along with an overexcited James trailing close behind.
"My name is Abrienne, wouldn't you call me Abby?" Abrienne asked, looking quizzically at the two teenagers.
"I like Addie better," Sirius shrugged, plopping down on her bed and running his fingers across her thick fuzzy blanket. "anyway, Prongs and I are bored and we already did everything else, so we came to you!"
"What do you mean by 'everything else'?" Abrienne asked, packing up the last of her paints and wiping her dirty hands on a rag.
"He means, we already wrestled like fifty times, and we made and ate breakfast and lunch, as well as catching up on all the Muggle movies we missed since the start of school! We have nothing else to do and I hate to say this but you have fun ideas sometimes!" James cried, sinking to the floor and crying out in faux agony. Sirius joined him on the floor and the two boys rolled around on soft orange carpet, fake-crying and writhing around like a worm on hot pavement.
"Alright, drama queens," Abrienne rolled her eyes, crossing her arms as she stared down at the duo. "I'll do something with you, but if you don't like it you aren't allowed to complain." She was planning on making them do their homework so they wouldn't be freaking out at the end of the holiday when they didn't have any of it finished.
So that's what they did. The boys grumbled the entire time as Abrienne wet back and forth between the boys, helping them complete their homework question y question. She almost had to write a potions essay for Sirius, but he got it done, as well as having to teach James three new spells that he had to have done by the end of the winter break (Flitwick said if he hadn't had them memorized and was unable to preform them he would get a weeks worth of detention, as he was supposed to have had these spell down in October.)
