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This is Lunacy || Alyssa & Remus

It was a particularly nice day in early spring. The sun was out and it had started to warm up on the grounds. It was a rare moment that Remus found himself alone. James and Sirius had Quidditch practice and Peter, of course, chose to watch them as opposed to studying with him. With the weather being so pleasant Remus decided to go outside by the lake. 

He had just finished going over his Defence Against the Dark Arts homework and was about to move on to Potions when he saw her. They weren’t complete strangers having shared a handful of words here and there. She reminded him a little bit of Peter in that she had a habit of following James around. That of course was were the similarities ended he had noted.

Now however Alyssa was approaching him, just him. It was strange, though he tried not to think to much on that least he work himself up into being overly anxious. He had no idea what she could possible wish to speak to him about. Remus gave her his best smile, not bothering to stand as she stood over him. “Hello Alyssa. Can I help you with something or were you just looking to chat?”

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The Wake of Us | James & Alyssa | Flashback | February 21, 1974

It took him two whole weeks to realize what was wrong. 

He’d heard the news, of course. Had tried his best to support Marlene through it, to be a sympathetic and understanding friend to her. He’d skipped Quidditch for her, when it happened. But somehow, amid all the sadness and the emptiness, he missed that there was anything else missing at all. Then he turned around to say something to her and Alyssa wasn’t there. 

Standing in shock for a second, mouth open as if he were beginning to speak, James thought back to the last time he had seen her. James was used to seeing Alyssa on a near-daily basis; the younger girl was often to be found trailing along behind him or behind her sister, itching to be part of the crowd, he guessed. IT wasn’t unusual to lose her for a couple days and find her holed up in her dormitory clutching a book, but the more he thought about it, the further back in his memory he was able to go without coming across her. Then the timing clicked, and even though he had been standing amid a group of sixth year Arithmancy students, he vanished like a shot down the hallway. 

When he found her, he pretended absolutely nothing was wrong. He hated pity and he didn’t quite know how to pretend he felt it, but he knew that there was an aching in his gut over her sadness, completely separate from what he considered to be his own loss. It was his duty to make her feel better, to do what he could to protect her from any of these dark feelings. An image of Marlene’s tear-streaked face sprung to mind. They were like his sisters, they were, and he couldn’t bear the thought of anything hurting them. 

“Alyssa,” he said her name first to get her attention, and then sat down near her. He slung his arm across her shoulder casually, craving physical contact, feeling like his whole being was trying to reach out and cradle her from harm.  “Missed you the last couple days.”