Monster Mash: Black With a Tail (Sybill/Remus)
Title: Black With a Tail
Pairing: Sybill/Remus
Rating: G
Word Count: 560
Summary: At Halloween 1993, Sybill sees a frightening apparition, as well as conflicting emotions on a dear, pale face.
Author's Notes: The prompts I got were: Black cat; Bobbing for apples. This is canon-compliant, a Sybill-pov missing scene from PoA. Thank you for the fun fest!
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Black With a Tail
The staircase shudders and sways under Sybill's unsteady feet.
If only she had managed to See that she'd drink too much of the elf-made wine Filius agreed to Summon into her glass! In that case she wouldn't have chosen to wear these high heels, even though she wanted to look her best at the Halloween feast. To appear as enthralling as possible in the kind, adorable new teacher's eyes.
One thing she is able to predict is that she won't have longer than until the end of this school year to enjoy a romance with Remus Lupin. Ah, he's got such soulful eyes! Such a tragic past, too! The sole survivor in a group of closest, long-term friends when one of them turned into a traitor and a murderer.
He laughed with Filius tonight, but he must need someone to comfort him in a more intimate way. At an anniversary of his losses, and with the villain on the loose! That's why Sybill's tried to follow him instead of heading straight to her tower.
And now she must have got lost. Is this floor she's entering the third, or the fourth?
Clutching the railing, Sybill lifts her gaze from the toes of her dainty shoes.
Black... something black zips across her vision! A creature - with a tail? A real one, or a spectre? An omen! The Grim!
A scream assaults her ears. It's her own voice, and her knees hit the floor.
“Sybill? Dear Sybill!”
Hurried footsteps approach - from where the apparition was headed, or from the opposite end of the corridor?
Sybill manages to tilt her head back, and stares up at the pale face which she's lately caressed in her dreams. At a visage of deep concern, and of unrelenting sorrow. Or is there a hint of resilient hope in the mesmerising eyes that glow amber in the flickering light of a torch?
Dear Remus is out of breath, having rushed to save Sybill. "Are you...?" His voice is stifled. "Did you... see something?"
"It was black..." she says, reaching out a hand, so that he can help her stand up. "With a tail."
"Oh, you saw a black cat cross your path, and it frightened you." He welcomes her touch when she leans the length of her body against his, and he, too, is trembling, and struggling to speak calmly. "A student's pet, it must have been."
Having hugged her tight, but too briefly, he spreads his arms and takes a step back. Instead of offering an arm to her, which would be more gentlemanly, he pulls her along by the hand.
"Why don't you join us... I'm going to Poppy's rooms." Sounding absent-minded, perhaps shy, he turns his head aside.
He continues to look away from Sybill as they walk along the corridor, and maybe pretends to scan with interest the paintings they are passing. "She's arranged an after-party. Bobbing for apples and..."
Now Sybill can't help paying attention to some commotion in the pictures. The painted figures are whispering...
And suddenly raising their voices. "What? Slashed her portrait? And she says it was him..? Sirius Black!"
Remus stops and squeezes Sybill's hand painfully. "We must find Dumbledore," he says firmly enough, but there's hesitation and regret in his tone, naturally, as he must have hoped for a lovely night in Sybill's company. "Must tell him..."
Pairing: Sybill/Remus
Rating: G
Word Count: 560
Summary: At Halloween 1993, Sybill sees a frightening apparition, as well as conflicting emotions on a dear, pale face.
Author's Notes: The prompts I got were: Black cat; Bobbing for apples. This is canon-compliant, a Sybill-pov missing scene from PoA. Thank you for the fun fest!
Read here on AO3
or right here:
Black With a Tail
The staircase shudders and sways under Sybill's unsteady feet.
If only she had managed to See that she'd drink too much of the elf-made wine Filius agreed to Summon into her glass! In that case she wouldn't have chosen to wear these high heels, even though she wanted to look her best at the Halloween feast. To appear as enthralling as possible in the kind, adorable new teacher's eyes.
One thing she is able to predict is that she won't have longer than until the end of this school year to enjoy a romance with Remus Lupin. Ah, he's got such soulful eyes! Such a tragic past, too! The sole survivor in a group of closest, long-term friends when one of them turned into a traitor and a murderer.
He laughed with Filius tonight, but he must need someone to comfort him in a more intimate way. At an anniversary of his losses, and with the villain on the loose! That's why Sybill's tried to follow him instead of heading straight to her tower.
And now she must have got lost. Is this floor she's entering the third, or the fourth?
Clutching the railing, Sybill lifts her gaze from the toes of her dainty shoes.
Black... something black zips across her vision! A creature - with a tail? A real one, or a spectre? An omen! The Grim!
A scream assaults her ears. It's her own voice, and her knees hit the floor.
“Sybill? Dear Sybill!”
Hurried footsteps approach - from where the apparition was headed, or from the opposite end of the corridor?
Sybill manages to tilt her head back, and stares up at the pale face which she's lately caressed in her dreams. At a visage of deep concern, and of unrelenting sorrow. Or is there a hint of resilient hope in the mesmerising eyes that glow amber in the flickering light of a torch?
Dear Remus is out of breath, having rushed to save Sybill. "Are you...?" His voice is stifled. "Did you... see something?"
"It was black..." she says, reaching out a hand, so that he can help her stand up. "With a tail."
"Oh, you saw a black cat cross your path, and it frightened you." He welcomes her touch when she leans the length of her body against his, and he, too, is trembling, and struggling to speak calmly. "A student's pet, it must have been."
Having hugged her tight, but too briefly, he spreads his arms and takes a step back. Instead of offering an arm to her, which would be more gentlemanly, he pulls her along by the hand.
"Why don't you join us... I'm going to Poppy's rooms." Sounding absent-minded, perhaps shy, he turns his head aside.
He continues to look away from Sybill as they walk along the corridor, and maybe pretends to scan with interest the paintings they are passing. "She's arranged an after-party. Bobbing for apples and..."
Now Sybill can't help paying attention to some commotion in the pictures. The painted figures are whispering...
And suddenly raising their voices. "What? Slashed her portrait? And she says it was him..? Sirius Black!"
Remus stops and squeezes Sybill's hand painfully. "We must find Dumbledore," he says firmly enough, but there's hesitation and regret in his tone, naturally, as he must have hoped for a lovely night in Sybill's company. "Must tell him..."