Delilah was one with nature and all living things, to discover the news that Buckbeak was sentenced to death after "attacking a student" was another iron fist to the gut.
"I can't believe that treacherous little git would go as far as getting such beautiful animal executed." Eliza was equally as distraught, sending daggers over to the Slytherin table which the bleach blonde boy in question boasted about his barely grazed arm.
"I wish human execution was still legal - he's number one on my list." George spat,
"And mine." Fred stabbed particularly viciously into the sausage on his platter, taking a bite with a crispy chomp.
The thought of the beheading was enough to put Delilah off her breakfast, so much so it even seemed to taint the pumpkin juice she sipped on.
Delilah eyed the pranksters on the opposite side of the table, who were tucking into their egg and bacon sandwich rather ravenously.
"Have you put something in my drink?"
"No, why?" Fred glanced between the juice and her.
She could usually see right through their faux-innocent faces, however they appeared to be to be telling the truth. Before she could complain, Caleb spoke to her from further down the table.
"Drink up, you'll dehydrate."
Delilah frowned, but threw it back regardless,
"Caleb," she was still grimacing from the less than satisfactory beverage, "I've got to tell you something."
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"I'll kill him," Caleb stalked in the direction of the common room door, "I'll kill him!"
"No!" Delilah pressed her hands against his chest; she knew he wouldn't physically move her out of his way, "I practically bit his head off already."
She sighed, plopping herself down on the couch beside George.
"I feel terrible, actually."
"You feel terrible! He's sold us off to a murderer, Delilah, you had every right to say what you said. I'd have expected worse." He was raging, practically wearing down the carpet with every repetitive stride.
"I didn't give him a chance to explain." It came out muffled as she placed her face in her hands, a dull ache now building behind her eyes.
Caleb stopped in front of the fire, arms crossed over his chest.
"Every walk in the local park to feed the ducks, every time he's carried us on his shoulders, every ice cream at the beach, every Christmas present, every birthday, every check for monsters under the bed..." Caleb listed, gazing at the girl that was once sat on Lupin's lap, the toddler clapping as he strummed the guitar that rested on his knee. So much love that was behind his eyes.
"I can't believe this." Caleb pinched the bridge of his nose, unable to fashion a plan of action.
Delilah was close to tears at the memories Caleb had recounted, despite the fact they were all tainted with a completely different meaning now.
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Delilah had her heart set on finding Remus again, she regretted what she had done, and facing him again would be the only way to scratch that itch.
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obliviate ~ f.weasley.
Fanfiction"Every minute of every hour of every day, all I can ever seem to think about is you. It's distracting and frustrating and amazing all in one, but there is nothing I'd rather be distracted, frustrated or amazed by." ~~~~~ I take no credit for the cha...
