CHAPTER FIVE:
THE LAST PERSON I WANTED TO HURT

AT BREAKFAST IN the great hall a couple days later, a still ill looking Remus sat next to Roselyn. Sirius and James sat opposite, and Peter sat next to James. For some reason, a silence (awkward or not, Rose couldn't tell) rang through them.

Attempting to break said silence, Roselyn said the only thing that would come to her damned mind. "Peter, could you pass me that butter tray, please?" And, without thinking, she sharply stuck her hand out and flinching back in pain, clutching the gauze on her midriff.
"Are you alright? What happened to you?" Remus asked, his face paler than before.
"I'm fine." Roselyn responded with a small smile.

"What happened?" He repeated. "Whomping Willow. It's a real bitch of a tree." Sirius answered for her, fully aware of Roselyn's complete inability to lie. "Yes." She added, nodding. "Thats exactly what happened."

"Wait hold on, I thought he-" Peter starting gesturing towards Remus. Roselyn cut him off, yelling "WOAH, Peter you never gave me the butter! Hand it over." She wore a fake smile on her face, staring harshly at Peter's round face.

"It was me, wasn't it? I did that to you?" Remus muttered, his face similar to that of a freshly pressed sheet. Everyone's silence confirmed it. Roselyn began to stutter something as he stood up and left the hall without another word. "Nice going, Wormtail." The three left said in unison. "Really nice job." Roselyn continued, packing her things that she had sprawled in front of her and getting up from the table as well. "I just wanted to thank you from the bottom of my heart." She muttered, and ran in the direction that Remus had left in.

"Rem!" She called, following him up the stairwell, already out of breath. Sweet Godric, I need to exercise, she thought. "Remus, it's alright! I don't mind!" The truth was, she really kind of did mind. Running up the stairs with a giant scar that was still healing on your midriff wasn't the most fun Roselyn had ever had. She heard his voice softly mutter "Daisy-chain." to the Fat-Lady, and tried to urge her legs to go faster when she also heard the portrait hole shut. How in hell was he going so fast?

"He's not in a good mood, is he?" The Fat Lady asked, and Roselyn quickly said "Daisy-chain." and rushed into the common room, following Remus into the boys' dormitories. She found him sitting on the edge of his bed, a blank expression on his face. Almost wheezing, she sat down next to him. "You shouldn't be around me, Rose. I'm dangerous."
"You're not dangerous, Moony. This doesn't change anything, I'm not afraid of you."
"You should be! You're the last person I'd ever want to hurt." Those words made her stomach churn.

"Remus, really, it's okay."

"Not it's not! Remus yelled, looking Roselyn in the eye for the first time since the great hall. "It's not okay, because I care, Rosie. I genuinely care about your wellbeing, and just because you don't care because you have a beautiful, selfless personality, doesn't mean that other people don't!"

She, again, found herself dumbfounded and at a loss for words. "Did you call me Rosie?"

"I think I did, yeah."
"I like it."

"Good, because it's probably what I'll be calling you for the rest of your life." He said, smiling, and putting Roselyn's hand in his.

     "Can I see it?"
"The scratch or the bite?"

"The what now?"

"I just realized that I probably shouldn't joke about that. Um, there's only a scratch." She smiled a little, taking her hand out of his the lift a little of her shirt, just enough to remove some of the gauze and reveal the shiny, jagged scar. Remus put his hand over his mouth. "Does it still hurt?" He muttered out, his other hand stretching out, almost trying to reach for it. "Not really. Only whenever I... move. I guess, yeah." 
       "I'm so sorry, Rose, honestly."
       "Don't worry about it, Moony." She half smiled and took his hand again. She looked down at their hands, clasped together, then looked back up at him to find him already looking at her.

       Perhaps the full moon had some sort of an affect on her, as well. She hadn't been thinking a lot for the past couple of days. Everything she said and did just sort of came out before she had time to think about the consequences, which was weirdly unusual for her. This decision, like many others made in the past week, happened because of the absence of thought. It was a spur of the moment decision, it really was. It was far too sudden. But when too people are sitting that close to each other, and they're holding hands, and the light from the window was putting such a soft glow on each of their faces, and one of them just called the other a cute pet name, and her shirt was still being held halfway up, sometimes these things just... happen.

       Roselyn really, really, really, really, didn't want to kiss him. Or, she did, but she regretted it after the fact. It was far too cliche. Even calling it cliche was cliche. But (maybe she just guaranteed herself a special place in hell for even thinking this) man did it feel good.

      The only reason she detached her face from his was the realization of how utterly idiotic she was being. She stood up quickly, stuttering, trying to form a coherent thought, and walked away from his bed a little. "You know what, I think I'm, uh. I — I'm gonna leave. Yep. Bye." She bumped into the door on her way out, and spent far too long trying to find the door handle, but when she did, she bolted out to the other side as fast as she could without causing immense pain and went to the girls dorm rooms. From the looks of it, most people were returning from breakfast already, and she prayed to Merlin that Lily had already returned.

       "Oh, thank Godric." Roselyn muttered as she entered her room and found her red headed acquaintance preparing for her next class. "Lily, I've done a bad thing. A very terrible, very, very bad thing."

-BARBARA BABBLES-
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this is pretty long and also pretty unedited and also pretty written at midnight so if there are any errors anywhere please tell me lmao :,))
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