Chapter Thirty-Seven
In Control
You can kiss me in the moonlight
On the rooftop under the sky, oh
You can kiss me with the windows open
While the rain comes pouring inside
(This Kiss - Faith Hill)June 17th, 1975"Do you trust me?" Mia asked him softly.
The full moon was approaching that coming Monday, and Remus was already a
little on edge. It did not help that exams were also that week, and he was determined to ace
every class in order to secure the Gryffindor prefect badge for which he was hoping. Only
Mia knew about his ambition to become a prefect; he confessed it to her late one night
while the two sat in the common room, flames flickering gently in the fireplace in front of
them while he lazily linked their fingers together with one hand, using his free one to draw
soft circles on her shoulders.
He had told her how he felt the need to prove he was a real wizard because the
world would never see him as one. She had frowned and tried to ease his frustrations as
she was prone to do, making him promises that one day he would be a great duellist, able
to fight off all manner of Dark wizards and even creatures like dementors. Remus had
chuckled at her vivid imagination and insisted that he would be happy to have a calm life
after Hogwarts with a job if he was lucky. Becoming a prefect and being one of the top
students was his life goal—to show that being a werewolf did not make him any less
knowledgeable in magic.
He had never told anyone else his worries like that, not even his parents.
He trusted Mia with anything.
"Of course I trust you." Remus gave her a nervous smile, staring at the goblet in
her hands as she held it out toward him. He peered into the viscous grey liquid; blue smoke
wafted ominously off of the top of the surface. He trusted her, especially with potions, but