᠆᠆᠆᠆ ❛ MAYBE I wish to remain lost. Puzzled to the point where I'm running through the frayed forest floor with no hopes of getting out. I wish to be encased in my own thoughts and drown, only listening to the slowing pace of my heart and the vein...
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( CHAPTER FIFTEEN: THE PAWN OF A GAME II )
AS FAR AS SHE WAS AWARE, none of the people who Miaomoryi considered as close companions were never truly absorbed into the world of sports. The idea of fast paced balls or other circle-like objects being thrown around like pelts of mud within a forest seemed barbaric and absurd in her own perspective. She had even remembered being the victim to a distinct black eye that had been caused by a bludger that Sirius had hit during training. The accident alone was enough to put her into a mood for the rest of the day.
Even Remus had feared speaking with her after tryouts had finished. The boy could quite clearly recall the memory of when Marlene had questioned the girl of her injury and the seriousness that may have accompanied the wound, and the short witch replying with a curt nod and muffled murmurs that slurred around the idea of cursing Sirius with the number of jinxes and curses that she could recall from the top of her head. To find her shaking with the secluded anger that she tried her best to keep hidden was truly a daunting experience and the boy had vowed to himself that he would never return to a Quidditch team try out until he was in his last year.
Unfortunately, this sentence had not gone unheard by any of his roommates as they stripped away the bedcovers from his stalk like body and demanded him to get changed into warmer attire. That action had indeed put him into a bad mood.
The room itself was still as messy as it had been a few months ago, despite the fact that it had been cleaned thoroughly by the caretaker of the school and garnished until it could no longer be recognised as being the marauders. Miaomoryi had in fact entered the room with the intention of returning the Astronomy notes he had kindly given for her to copy up what she had missed from being ill, but had quickly changed her mind when the pungent smell was infiltrated by both herself and Lily Evans who had accompanied her to ask Peter a question regarding his detention that he had been given by Professor Flitwick.
( It was no secret that the pair hated one another with a burning passion ).
Remus had made a mental note to himself once he had slipped on a clad knitted jumper and a pair of casual trousers before wrapping a scarf around his exposed neck and slipping his gloves. If he wasn't as observant as the others, he would have forgotten that the mornings in the Autumn were usually as cold as the ones later in the year and towards the stretch of January and February. Each month would pass by and result in the weather becoming more unbearable to sustain a regular body temperature or stay clear from the risk of catching an illness that would result in more catchup work. Illnesses were things that he had known Mariella to lack in and had always wondered how she was able to stay away from them in the winter time.
But of course her response was nothing more than a twist of her own words.
Speaking of who he had seen, sat begrudgingly beside a boy he did not recognise and the female that Sirius had been speaking so frequently about. From the expression that was settled on her face, it was clear that she neither wanted to sit and be there in the cold on a frosty, October morning, sat with a thick jacket and hat to hide the sleep coating her lids. If it were a repeat of her third year, she was sure to live up to her threats and make them into a reality if he was not careful of where he swung his bat.
