Between Coffee And Cigarettes

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TW: violent language, violence

She didn't go to bed or even near her dorm. The kitchen seemed much more peaceful and tempting and so the witch quickly found herself, standing at the window, hastily searching for her pack of cigarettes in her seemingly small bag. Her arm was already up to her elbow in the bag when she felt the familiar shape of the packaging and pulled it out, fiddling out a cigarette. She put it in between her lips and tried to light it up with the lighter. Multiple times she tried to make it work, but the thing seemed to refuse her the flame it usually released. "Come on!", she mumbled frustrated, before she gave up and pulled out her wand and lit it up the oldschool way.

"I thought you wanted to go to bed?". Remus stood at the top of the stairs, one eyebrow pulled up. She saw him coming and already imagined what he would say so she wasn't thrown off in any way. Lenny eyed him up and down and took in his appearance. The messy hair that fell into his face, the scars on them, his muscles, which were visible under his white button up, his tall figure. Everything about him seemed so perfect yet so broken at the same time.

She didn't answer him. Just smoked silently, watching him come closer and positioning himself  next to her. Remus also lit one up and kept quiet. Like so often when they were alone, they didn't said anything and just stood there in silence. But today it wasn't comfortable. You could sense the tension that was between both of them and how both of their minds worked hard to find something that they could talk about, just to end the quiet.

It was Lenny, who first dared to speak up. "So", she said hesitantly, "Florence seemed like a nice girl". "Mhm...", nodding, he responded, sounding a bit absent, "very nice...". Both heads bobbed in acknowledgment and another minute of silence fell over them. "And...", he cleared his throat, "Who did you come with tonight?" Shrugging her shoulders she answered: "No one. I came alone". "You sure about that?", he doubted her. Facing him, she felt how anger was building up inside of her. Why did he question her answer? "Yeah, I'm sure. I think I could remember, if I had a date, don't you think?".

Remus held his hands up in surrender. "Just asking. Thought I had seen you dancing with Malfoy". His tone was blameful and it annoyed Lenny even more. He had no right to judge her actions like that. "Who I fuck and when is non of your business", she snapped, repeating the words he said to her in the tub on Halloween. The heat in her chest rose up to her head and she could hear the rushing of her blood. Her goal was to piss him off, didn't matter what she had to do to achieve this. She wanted him to hurt just as bad as she did when she saw him with Florence. To her surprise, an amused smile crept up on his face and it reminded her once again that she only saw those kinds of smiles from him, not the one he gave Florence. 

"Don't smile at me like that", the witch spoke through gritted teeth, "Take that shit to Florence, Remmi", she cooed. The smile from his face was gone as quickly as a lightning in a thunderstorm. "Are you jealous?", he asked, his eyebrows narrowed together in confusion, his gaze sternly focused on her. "No", she shook her head slightly, to convince him that she was not. "I am not a jealous person, I simply can not be jealous", half lying, trying her best to look as serious as possible. "Yeah right", Remus huffed, laying his head back, "Everybody is jealous at some point in their life's. There is nothing like a not-jealous-person. Some people are just better at hiding it", he continued, his head turning sideways to look at her again.

Her cheeks were now crimson red and burned from the heat of her anger. "You're wrong", Lenny growled, "I am not jealous nor will I ever be!", the volume of her voice increased constantly. She put her hands on his chest and pushed him backwards. "Why should I care that she is fifty times more beautiful than I am?", she yelled, still pushing him repeatedly to release all the rage that was built up inside of her. He was quiet, he didn't stop her, although he stumble back a bit, every time she shoved him. "Why should I care that you look so fucking happy when you are with her?", tears streamed down her face, which she didn't even noticed until now. Still, the girl wasn't finished yet and just ignored the salty liquid that blurred her sight. "Why should I care that you even laugh at the shitty name she has for you? Tell me! Why should I care about all those things?"