MELANCHOLY.

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX

"I think it's high time that we decide to do something else with all the time that we have left here," Miaomoryi had said one day when her eyes could feel the heavenly sky change in colour and the clouds part ways for the specs of sunrise to embrace her skin. Despite her eyes still being closed and her skin still fighting to remain in contact with the bedsheets provided, Remus had refrained himself from staring too long and showering her in kisses. It had only been the morning before that she couldn't stop smiling due to that one incident that both decided not to speak about unless they were under discreet conditions to do so.

Moreover, she would smile whenever she would wake up to his peaceful mind, finally being able to sleep again after what seemed to have been a year or so. She could very well describe each and every nightmare that he had to live through contorting and merging with his personal fears, all of which seemed too real to be a dream. Having to observe the sweat on his forehead and the fact that he was somehow breathless each time he would shoot up, grasping on tightly to the closest thing was painful. So painful that she would take the time to take it away, small parts of it so that he didn't have to go through this on his own. It didn't seem fair to her.

He can remember during one of his episodes that he hadn't been able to distinguish his nightmare and reality to a point where she was physically unable to breathe from the tight hold he had her in, his fingers almost resembling the claws that he would try and keep to himself, clawing at the wounds that had just healed over the previous month's transformation. It was when her eyes had shown a clear resemblance of fear that he had snapped out of it, rushing out of the room to sleep in the living room. He hasn't left there since last Wednesday.

With her sudden joyous tone, Remus groggily turns over to run his hands through his hair. Tangled and shielding his eyes from the window. She has stood against it, her head now leaning across from the edge of the couch, low enough for her to wear a smile worth grinning about with her eyes never leaving his wondering ones.

"And what would you like to do with this time? We've already been to every museum in this region," he had responded and watched with amusement as her smile turned into a smirk and her eyes had rolled in a playful way. "I'm starting to run low on ideas to keep you entertained."

"We could plan out another journey to somewhere else in Europe whilst we're on the flight to Britain. I heard that Germany is quite a nice place to visit at this time of year. Paris could be as well!" And she hurried off, grabbing onto a pen and a creased brochure. Her head had bobbed up and down before disappearing behind the door and her laughs dying out. "And you will have gotten yourself ready by the time I leave this room, young man. I swear if I see you half asleep on that couch again I'll eat your portion for breakfast!"

"But I'm jet-lagged!" He argued back.

"You've had all month to be jet-lagged! That excuse is running thin with each time you use it. I suggest you try and sustain it!"

To have been embraced by the cold shudder of Britain was an honour as they passed through the gates of the airport. London was brittle and bleak with every moment that they spent pondering on these dismal thoughts of what is to come next and how they are to embark on it. Miaomoryi had been the victim of over thinking to the point where she was thinking about the thoughts that may influence her to over think about the future thoughts she may have whilst over thinking about it. Murmuring this in her head was still a task that she had to get under control.

Another thing being that she was unsure as to whether she was ready to tell Remus about her odd ability. It was daunting to think about opening up about but she had come to realise that Remus wasn't the type to judge someone based on what they are. He knew that more than anyone else. But perhaps being a creature that he describes as being agonising and painful to sit through each month, waiting for that particular moment for the moonlight to strike and the bloodlust to peak was probably not as bad as what she was going to describe.

She was going to describe it sooner or later. But it will be sooner rather than later.

Another strong gust of wind and her fingers nimbly fought through the flustered chill to pull her scarf further up her face and shield her eyes from the freezing cold. There stood Remus, stood tall and somewhat happy and wholesome for being back home. She on the other hand wanted nothing more than to hop on another plane taking her to New Zealand, Berlin and the blinding beaches of Spain and Portugal. They were supposed to be there by now, away from the cold and the war scares that the radio bustled on about.

He would sit there every morning to listen to the array of names that would formulate from the hidden broadcasters of the UK, more than likely taking shelter in a forest as they had said once before. Miaomoryi failed to believe that the words they spoke were true, nevertheless of what the Daily Prophet has to say. A new writer had taken the job of the articles and what she had to say didn't take kindly to what Remus had thought. In fact, when a young boy, half the age of them both, was advertising newspapers with the same article written in English, she had managed to steer him away from his path and grab it herself, making sure to get her head around what was driving him so mad.

"Headmaster gone mad?" Miaomoryi scans over this title at least three times before looking up at Remus whose gaze was fixed on their path ahead, completely ignoring what she had to say. There was a little crinkle in the side of his head which only meant that she wasnt going to hear much from him for the next forty minutes. With that being said, she sharply exhales, fingers gliding over the warm print to turn to the cover for what the writer had to say about her headmaster. "This is going to take a while."

Truth to be told, Sirius had read the article as well as everyone else currently gathered at James' house, where the first proper Order of the Phoenix Meeting was being held. At the moment, Lily had been catching up with Melanie and Roman who had gotten engaged to one another over the time that they were planning what was going to occur that night.

He watched as his old friends had gathered around the table, everyone prepared to help him in a plan he had been concocting for the past few months. It was pathetic but it would work if they planned it right. Hopefully.

"So how are you planning to get away with this?" Says Melanie. "A lot of them will be having a meeting with some of the other death eaters and she's expected to be with them."

"I'm not actually aware of the plan either."

"What was the plan in the first place?"

"Simple." Miaomoryi speaks up. "We're infiltrating Crescent Peak and getting Mariella out of there." She smiles at Sirius. "And anyone who thinks that they won't be able to help is free to walk out right now." Nobody dares to move. "Alright then. Sirius what's your idea?"

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