A Day in the Library.

Remy had been bored of late.  Beau was missing (as always) and he'd decided it was time to find a good book to read.  So Remy had headed to the library to discover a good book.  The professors had been assigning a lot of papers as of late, and the library was full of students trying to locate research material.  Remy was actually taken aback by the large number of students present, and began to wonder if he would get lost.  Remy then remembered he'd magically grown his hair back down to his shoulder blades and realized that anyone could pull him from the crowd.

Remy walked strait into the muggle books section.  He was a muggle-born and these books he knew well.  Most students had no desire to read muggle books, they were dull by most's standards.  Remy loved them though, he'd grown up with them and they were what he was more used to.  He immediately began searching the shelves for his favorite, "Alice in Wonderland."

When he found his book of choice, he went to sit down and began reading.  It had been so long since he'd seen any of his friends that he almost hoped they'd show up here.  But he knew it was that Helena who was most likely to show.  She loved to read and was a brilliant girl.  She and Remy had grown close and he'd begun to miss her rather a lot.  But now he had a good book, one that'd make him smile and laugh.  He sat down and cracked open the book and began his journey into Wonderland.

Rustles of chiffon material was a common sign in the dormitory. The faint slashes (yet ironically elegant) was a common demeanour towards the fourth year ravenclaw girls. Two years ago, the five eagles had taken delight into decorating the dormitory to a specific desire; curtains against the door, fairy lights and lanterns strung like sakuras on a frost-bitten sapling as well as hundreds and thousands of individually taken polaroid photographs; courtesy of Helena Sun herself. It was a custom that whenever someone enter their room, a remarkably simple yet somehow picturesque chiffon curtain would have been shifted, an act of unknown simpleton.

And now, as the sun waned and the moon waxed, the peculiar chiffon curtain parted as a black haired student tumbled out of her dormitory. Helena Sun was known to leave the dorms late at night, despite the protests from prefects and house-point enthusiasts. Yet the blue eyed girl couldn’t help it; she desperately loved the night, almost more than the sun herself (ironic it may sound, with her name and all) and she’d often be caught by Peeves or the caretaker at sometimes 4 am at night, curled up in the astronomy tower, a book and candle at bay.

Today however, she had left the dorms relatively early, still donning her school uniform. The weather had warmed towards the students, and girls had now ditched their sweaters, stockings and scarves for shirt sleeved shirts and vests whilst boys had abandoned any form of outer wear altogether, most of them hollering around in rolled up shirts and sometimes even bare-footed. The winter had been long and by all means, far from easy as the talk of Cedric Diggory and ‘all that jazz’ still seemed to loom over the population like a plague.

The library was quite packed as the girl arrived, and Helena momentarily panicked. She was uneasy with large crowds, and it caused her to act awkwardly around others. Chewing on the end of her French plait, the girl cautiously stepped forwards, almost accidently falling flat on her face as she slipped on a stray book. Regaining her step, the girl trotted towards the muggle section. She was a ¼ blood; yes. And the ¾ non-magical realm was strong in the girl, no matter how much she studied when it came to witchery. But things like photography and sewing and reading fiction was something close to Helena.

She knew a fair few people quite enjoyed mocking those who read muggle books but that was okay; it wasn’t like Lena wasn’t used to that sort of thing anyway. Elongated pale fingers skimmed the leather-bound spines of old classics and Helena bit her lip self-consciously. She had read all these before, yet for some reason, she had a large desire to read them all again and again and again.

Her fingertips rested on ‘Wuthering Heights’ and without thinking, the girl snapped the book out of the shelf. Now, turning her attention on a place to read.

Remy sighed quietly. Something was wrong, he couldn't focus on his story. It was his favorite, but something else was drawing his attention. Then Remy saw it, a tiny orange puff of fur charging toward the muggle books. "Damn it, Beau!" Remy growled under his breath.

As the kitten dashed off, Remy got up from his chair. "You don't get to just run around freely, pussy cat." Remy tried to weave delicately through the other students and it slowed him greatly. Damn cat!


Beau dashed under thee feet of the students; being small had its benefits. He knew she was around, he could smell her. That familiar smell of trouble and sunshine, a smell Beau loved very much. He knew that smell, Helena Sun.

Helena had always doted on the kitten in the past and Beau loved her for it. He knew that when he found her, she'd pick him up and coo at him. If he mewled and rolled onto his back, she'd rub his tummy and giggle. If he looked at her with his big kitty eyes, she'd feed him even. He knew just how to work this one over.

Just as those thoughts crossed the kitten's mind, he saw her. He bounded up to her feet and hopped on one. He began to nuzzle her leg hoping to get her attention. But just as he began, he smelled a new smell. One of a laid-back and rather silly boy. He now realized that Remy was near.

Deciding that one book would only satisfy her boredom for two hours, Helena peeked back at the shelf. An old copy of Alice in Wonderland rested against the shelf in between Gulliver’s Travels and The Remains Of The Day. There was a boy in Helena’s life. Not that sort of boy, but the kind that would always be with her, someone she could count on and someone she’d sigh ‘never let me go’ to because he was the closest friend she could get to.

The two had met during her second day; Remy already a second year. She had been in the library, alone of course and rooting through the many shelves. The library, she could remember, was her absolute favourite place to date, and young ten year old Lena had been smitten by the vast amount of knowledge, as if the library itself was some charming man, the main hero to every girls fantasies.

Up to this day, Remy and Helena remained close, but due to their age and different classes as well as houses, it was remotely harder than usual to spend some time together. She would be doting on a hello in the morning and fall asleep feeling the same empty pitiful sensation as she rested her ebony hair against the cotton sheets.
The girl sighed inwardly, momentarily blanking out for a second, remember how he’d sing The Beatles to her if she felt sad or woe-ful. Right now, she definitely wouldn’t mind a song or two. Adding To Kill A Mockingbird to her pile of books, the girl turned back to the shelves, ignoring two older hufflepuff’s slammed against the bookshelf, snogging the life out of each other. Lovely.

A warm mass of fur against her pallid leg stopped her in her tracks, and Helena glanced down. She knew the ginger fur from anywhere at all. Smiling widely, Helena dropped to her feet, her signs of affection clearly visible as she stroked the little kitten. She definitely missed Beau, even if she had gained a new kitten barely two months old. Black with white splotches and dainty mint green eyes and with a name of Totoro. Of course Totoro had to remain kept up in her dormitory, but she would definitely bring Beau to meet him some time.
“Hey there, where’s your owner?”

Remy had lost sight of beau now. The kitten was so small that it wasn't hard to do, but Remy always felt like he was letting the kitten down when he lost track of him. "Bloody cat!" he murmured as he forced his way through the throngs of people. As Remy wandered in search of his kitten he stopped shy of two sngging Hufflepuffs.

"Well, that's lovely," he thought aloud with a sigh. "Where is that fuzzy little..." Remy cut himself short. It was just then that he turned and noticed his friend Helena Sun. Remy had oft wondered why he hadn't been sorted into Ravenclaw just as the brilliant Helena. Remy, more so than courageous, was carefree and cunning. Always after reflecting, he wasn't ungrateful for being a Gryffindor.

See, Remy always has had the attention span of a rodent. He gets bored easily and craves for adventure. Ravenclaws, on the whole, weren't the adventurous sort and he knew that he'd spend his days in worst boredom there. Gryffindor was exciting, often enough at least to contain Remy for a time. But Helena had always been an exciting Ravenclaw.

She always had some story or out of the box creative thought that Remy found fascinating. She could tell a story from the top of her head probably better than she could from a book. Some of the most fun Remy'd had at Hogwarts was listening to Helena. He could hardly remember really speaking to her, except on the day they met.

Compared to the outrageously bold and outgoing Remy, Helena had always been quiet and reserved around strangers (then again, Remy was anything but reserved). He'd volunteered to assist first years every year since his second year and Helena had jumped out at him for some reason.

They'd grown quite close over the years and some people even believed them together. They weren't, Remy couldn't even imagine it; but they were close enough to fool even the most insightful of people.

Remy couldn't just hang back forever though. His sapphire eyes sparkled with excitement as he approached Helena from behind. Wrapping his arms around her he sighed. "You know, when you find him and pet him it only encourages him to run off Little Duck."

Helena had always liked cats. Compared to the majority of dog people, wizards and witches did enjoy their feline familiars compared to the mutts that ran around the street. Of course, Lena was fond of any animal of shape and size and even colour, but she had to admit, the raven would choose cats over dogs at any day of the week.
For the umpteenth time, Helena picked out a book from the dusty shelves, coughing lightly as sprays of filth erupted from the wooden pine shelves. By now, her hands were rather full, her spindly arms weighted down from the amount of classics snuck in the crook of her elbow. The girl was never strong. Actually that was an over statement. She wasn’t strong at all, but when it came to books, Helena could carry her whole weight and possibly more.

Although, the girl had to admit; reading wasn’t her hobby. Maybe it was just her stereotypical Asian-ness as well as her ravenclaw-inspired environment but the girl didn’t consider reading as her ultimate hobby. When she was younger, the girl had taken ice-skating lessons, she had drawn and sewn and cooked and danced, played the piano, the violin, the flute. They were all fun, yes. They were hobbies, but they weren’t what you’d call the one. No, in fact. You didn’t need fancy instruments or shoes or a certain type of vanilla extract to stargaze. All you needed was a piece of mind and maybe that was why Helena loved stargazing so much.

Pursing her lips together, Helena clumsily attempted to balance her books in her hands. She had even attempted to search for Alice In Wonderland, which she knew was Remy’s favourite. Yet if she did, she was scared that she’d start missing the old days way too much. The girl had sort of detached herself from her friends outside her own year and house, in an attempt to befriend more people her own age. It had worked yes, but it was also a bit heartbreaking to think of her very first friends.

Attempting not to shed a tear, the girl slowly turned from the bookshelf. Suddenly remembering Beau, the girl smiled back down at the kitten which she had placed back on the ground. “So Beau, what do you think? You and me having a little adventure later on? Like old times?” She whispered at the kitten, ignoring the stares of a few sixth years. A girl talking to a ginger cat. Not freaky at all.

Warm familiar arms wrapped around her waist and Helena flinched slightly, not expecting any form of hugging at all for that matter but it wasn’t until a second later did she realise that if Beau was here than most likely his owner was too. Smiling widely, the girl giggled. “Yeah well… can’t say I’m the best role model for cats, can I then?”

Remy let go of Helena and looked at the books piled into her arm. he thought it must have been a rather neat stack until he charged up behind her. He danced around to get in front of her and immediately began to steal away her books. "Really now? I know this isn't homework because no classes here at Hogwarts require books like these." Remy smiled his usual odd smile and backed away from Helena, his arms now full of books.

"It's been too long, Little Duck. We should really keep in touch better." Remy eye'd his friend up and down. She really was growing up, too quickly if you asked him. He put his left hand on her head. "My, you've grown! You'll soon overtake me if this continues." Of course this was quite rubbish. Remy had grown a lot over the summer, nearly 18 cm. His hair was again long and it fell over his face hiding it fully. He couldn't help but wonder what Helena would say about his hair and height.

Opening her mouth to protest as Remy retrieved her precious books, The girl placed her now free hands on her hips, smirking at the boy. "Give the books back, and I won't hex you." Lena would of course, never think of laying as much as a finger on Remy, but she was often told that the girls were highly protective of her possessions. Attempting to make a lunge, Helena threw her arms forwards but missed, concluding to a stumble.

"Dammit, Remy." she laughed, regaining her footing. "And well, we should. It's been ages really." He had changed in the few months. She could remember short hair and a small fickle boy. Now he had grown a full set of locks, curtains around his soft features. Remy had also grown, so much even that the tip of her head which used to be as tall as his chin, only came up to his shoulders.

Helena on the otherhand, hadn't grown an inch. She was still small and scrawny and delicate, her skin pale as ever, her arms and legs stick thin, her hair the exact same length, except instead of long slates of straight strands, curled around in waves. she may have grown a centimetre, but compared to Remy, it was barely anything at all.

"Geez you giant. Look at you, now I can't even hug you round the neck without being lifted off the floor." The girl grumbled childishly, yet her blue eyes sparkled with mirth. The two shared the same eyes, with Helena's being a few shades lighter, and Remy's a few inches deeper. But still, compared to how different the friends were, it was definately saying something.

Remy rapt Helena on the head as she swore. "Watch your language Little Duck. Swearing doesn't attract proper suitors." Remy always joked that way with Helena. He knew she was single, she was too shy to find a partner. She was certainly attractive enough, but she was too quiet and reserved.

Remy couldn't help but chuckle as he now looked down on Helena. He raised the books above his head ensuring they were above Helena's reach. "I'd not say I'm a giant, but your hair looks lovely." He grabbed a strand of her hair and let it fall through his fingers. "This's truly a good look for you."

Remy smiled his usual mischievous grin. "So, how many boys do you have swooning?" He couldn't help but laugh after saying this. He knew she'd get flustered and she was rather funny flustered. He'd apologize and it'd be like nothing ever happened.

"I don't think thats a swear word." The girl remarked, tilting her head to the side lightly. It was tiring when Remy attempted to mollycoddle her at times, annoying even but the young maiden knew it was just because he loved her as a sister and he just didn't want her to get hurt. So yes it was irritatable, but it was nice, feeling like you were worth it. And that wasn't a feeling Helena always had.

Laughing lightly at his comment, Lena wrapped her arms around him, bringing him into a hug. she needed it, the girl did. With her brothers condition getting worse, she needed someone to hold onto. "Compared to me, you are." She mumbled, nuzzling against him. Tears could threaten to pour, but she wasn't going into the pity mode anytime soon. At least not around Remy.

Smiling slightly at his compliment, the girl shrugged. "Family tradition I guess. First stage, curls. Second, a hideous bob which my mother has and I don't think I'll be donning anytime soon." This was true. Usually a girl in the Sun family would jinx their locks into waving ringlets, a sign of maturation. Secondly was the sign of completing adult hood, the motherly bob cut which Helena hoped to god that she wouldn't need to achieve by the time she was thirty-something.

Blushing slightly, Helena glanced away, backing away from his hug. "Noooo one." SHe laughed. Topics about boys were awkward to the ravenclaw, especially when discussing it with a boy, let alone Remy. She'd much more converse about the hottest guy in school with her cousins or dorm-mates. "How about you?" she asked, attempting to steer things off topic. "How are things with you and...Rebecca?"

"It most certainly is!" Remy insisted. "But you may say whatever you desire around me, I already know what a wonderful young lady you are." Remy loved making Helena blush. He picked at her, but they both knew just how protective of her he really was. "Still, Little Duck. I do so enjoy your company."

Remy smiled and hugged Helena back. "Yes, compared to you I suppose I am." Helena was a small girl and Remy was once a small boy. He'd outgrown his whole family over the summer and was still growing. It was beginning to show that he'd be taller than most of his family. As Helena pulled Remy down he got the brilliant idea to wrap his free arm around her and throw her over his shoulder.

"Blugh!" Remy said far louder than he'd intended. "That'd not look so good on you. But you certainly do look much more mature. It scares me to be honest."

"Rebecca," Remy sighed. "Rebecca and I are on a rough road." He was being honest. "We are still together, I think; but I'm not one hundred percent certain of the matter. We still care for one another, but our fates seem certain to want us apart; if not dead."

She rolled her eyes. Over the years, Helena had realised that denial was the key to well... the truth, or what people thought it as. No matter how often she protested that she didn't like anyone, it was often no use, and she'd be paired up with some ginger-haired four eyes whenever it came to a deep and meaningful. The girl squealed as he hoisted her up. She wasn't used to being held, and she never really had a male figure to act as her protecter, her brother too sick to do anything and only recently had Remy achieved this muscles.

A librarian walked passed, shooting the two a couple of death glares, causing Helena to giggle lightly. "Maybe you should put me down." she guffawed as Madam Pince growled at them from around the bookshelf. Now the conversation had turned to a more sincere point. she gave him a searching look with her aquamarine eyes, placing a small hand on his cheek. "It'll be okay, yeah?" Chin up, love." Choking a smile, it was painful, enduring for Helena to ask others to cheer up when herself, she was finding it hard to do the very same every single day.

Remy sighed as he put Helena on her feet. "Well, you're just no fun," he said in an obviously teasing voice. Helena was quiet and reserved and Remy daring and open. They were an odd pair, a bit like oil and water; yet somehow it worked.

Remy had let his smile fade but his eyes still had their shine. He watched Helena closely as she smiled at him. "Something to bend my ear about?" he asked with genuine concern. "That wasn't a natural look just then." He went to a table and pulled out a chair for her. "Come now, I can always seem to carry more trouble; especially when it's not my own." Remy knew he might be tugging on a dead horse here, but he had to try. If something was wrong with Helena, he wanted to know. "You can trust me Little Duck; you know that."