02-02-2010, 04:07 AM
His hands shook as he grasped the mirror as if it would fly off at any minute. Across it's surface his eyes darted, soaking in the image that stared back at him. A young face unmarred by the years, taught light skin touched just slightly by the last days of summer sun, a face plump in all the right places, and slightly tousled black hair with a healthy shine. This wasn't him. It couldn't be him. He had the face of a corpse, he could remember it. As much as he did his best to avoid the mirrors he would catch it's glimpse in the reflection of windows and metal. It was a constant, the face of the dead that served as a constant testament to all the mistakes he had made in the time before those miserable twelve years. He was a teenager. They were teenagers. At an agonizing pace the situation pieced itself together in his mind.
He felt his hand being grabbed, the chocolate placed firmly into his hand as the werewolf gently asked him a question. His mind seemed to work on a fast track. Soundlessly the candy slipped out of his fingers as he gently reached for Remus' retreating hand. This was still his friend, the one who had still been there for him after all that dreadful time. It was this man of whom he'd spent much time of his imprisonment thinking of, he could clearly remember hoping with all his being that at least the last marauder would have faith in his innocence though he knew he hadn't deserved it. After all, wasn't Sirius himself the one who had foolishly distrusted the warewolf? Despite all the things that had happened in the past, or future as you could take it, he was certain. If there was anybody who could help him now, it was Remus Lupin. That was precisely why now he took a second to gaze into his friend's eyes as if they held the key to this enigma, quietly at first he uttered his name. "Remus...." He said once more, almost in exchange for all the questions that were now rapidly stirring about in his mind.
Last edited by Ciaochu; 02-02-2010 at 09:05 PM..
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