Marmoris | Rabastan Lestrange [1] ✔︎

35 | BONKERS

Although spring was slowly coming around to Hogwarts, it was still awfully cold. At most days a nasty wind howled around the edges of the castle, causing a creepy whistle to echo through the hallways. Huge raindrops were drumming a rhythm of nature against the windows, making Rabastan, who sat across from Phoenix on the Slytherin table in the Great Hall one morning, tap nervously against his goblet with coffee.

Because of the early hour the two of them were alone, except for two Ravenclaw girls sitting on their respective table, which made the noise in the almost silent room and the dark sky on the ceiling above nearly run a shiver down Phoenix' spine. It reminded her of what Lily had told her about what scenes in films Muggles watched around Halloween looked like, except it was spring and not a movie.

The boy with light hair didn't seem to take much notice of all these things, however, as he kept babbling on. "So a voice of some weird woman talked to you in your mind and took over your body?"

Phoenix shot a glance at the Ravenclaw girls, which were thankfully having a heated discussion of their own. Sighing, she nodded. "Yes, that's about it."

Rabastan still seemed to be just as excited about what had happened several days before as Maureen and Dawn had been about the Yule Ball. Of course he hadn't expressed that if any of their friends or Sirius were around, but in the few moments they shared alone, he always came up with it again. It almost scared her how much he was interested in it. But on the other hand, she knew she had only got a quick glimpse under the surface of the ocean that was him. Although she had believed to slowly understand why he acted the way he did, she got the feeling there was quite a lot more to him and perhaps people could never fully comprehend others.

"Do you think she could be some kind of ancestor of yours," he paused for a second, his blue eyes lightening up in excitement. "or perhaps even another version of yourself? You might already have lived more than a thousand lives without remembering anything, but somewhere deep down you have got quite a lot of knowledge, which resurfaces with that woman telling you how to do things."

"You're bonkers. Look, I didn't know about these powers for more than a decade of my life and I won't let it mess up everything I ever had," Phoenix explained, a serious expression on her face.

Rabastan's enthusiasm faltered a little. "I thought you wanted to know what was going on with you, especially after the Yule Ball."

"I do, but I don't think there's a point in forcing it. Every time I used my powers, by choice or by accident, I tried so hard to control it, but perhaps Ariadne is right and I have to stop. Maybe I should simply wait and see what it leads to," she told him before taking a sip of her orange juice. She wasn't fully convinced by the Greek woman's advice to let her abilities lead her, but she knew telling him these things would keep him from launching another experiment. "Besides, there are other things with more importance to think about, right now. Things like the fact that you should actually be asleep or at least nervous about the game in a few hours."

The smirk slowly crept to his lips once again. "Why sleeping or being nervous if you know you'll do brilliant anyways?"

★

"Finally," Damian shouted over the buzz of voices nearly drowning him out as Maureen and Phoenix sat down on each side of him in the stands of the school's very own Quidditch stadium. "What took you so long?"

Phoenix glanced over at her pink-haired friend, wiggling her eyebrows. "A particular somebody had a captain she insisted to wish luck to."

"I did not insist on wishing anybody luck. We had a best friend to reassure," the other girl corrected, draping her long hair over one shoulder.