in which sage clarke is the brightest young witch of their generation and remus lupin helps her to find her light again
[harry potter]
[marauder's era]
cover by my telepathetic baby @moonlightvrs
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It was difficult to accurately describe the exact dynamic that held together Sage Clarke and Samael Harris. They were stark contrasts of each other in the most obvious of ways, and yet so similar that it was frightening – even to themselves, at times.
If Remus Lupin, who spent more time observing Sage and her counterpart than he'd care to admit, had to try, though, he'd describe them as electric.
The energy that crackled between them was almost tangible, presenting itself as they roamed the halls without sparing a glance at anyone else, as they popped up sporadically throughout the castle with their heads bent together in conspiracy, but most prominently, as they faced off against each other in the classroom.
At times, Remus could hardly fathom why Sage, with her radiant smile and heart of gold, would bother with someone like Samael who carried a glint of wickedness in his gaze and didn't bother trying to hide it. Then he'd see them casting spells in class far more advanced than the rest of their year with ease, or creating new potions as though it were child's play, and he understood.
He understood that the two young sorcerers were in a league of their own, so lonesome drowning in their own minds that they needed each other to drag them out again.
This understanding is why he also knew that the day Samael Harris disappeared was the same day that Sage Clarke allowed herself to fall back into the depths of her own consciousness, the same day that she lost her light.
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"Do you ever feel like you're destined for more?"
Sage's hand didn't falter from scribbling furiously into the bound book before her as she took in the words of her best friend, though the lack of his usual sarcastic drawl within his tone caused a spark of interest to run through her.
"In an existential sense, or are you referring to yourself personally?" she mused, crossing her last 't' before closing her notebook and turning to face him.
Samael's gaze shifted from the Black Lake to meet her own, his usual intelligent glint replaced with one of steely determination.
"I'm serious, Via, don't you think we're just wasting our time here?" he insisted, "I mean, honestly, I haven't felt as though I've been learning anything since third year."
"Maybe," Sage shrugged, tucking her quill behind her ear, "but St. Mungo's requires N.E.W.T.'s and we're only in our fifth year."
"You're still stuck on being a Healer, then?" Samael was not able to hide the obvious distaste infecting his words.
"What's the point of magic if you can't help people with it?" Sage sighed, reciting the same argument with a tinge of annoyance.
"What's the point of a mind like yours if you're stuck serving others?" Samael countered, "Besides, if being able to help people's all your after, I'll bet you can already out-heal every one of the witches at St. Mungo's. You can do it on your own. For the love of Merlin, you even invented a spell to help cure victims with long-term effects from the Cruciatus curse."
