Wild child

"I sleep in the living room."

"You are a guest."

"I don't want to sleep in someone else's room."

"The living room is also ours."

Astoria raised her chin and looked at Fanny with the arrogance of looking down on someone, maybe this gesture is only reserved for pure-blood rich people.I have to say that because Fanny is taller, its effect is discounted, and Astoria looks more like looking up to match the height difference.

"I suggest you not to stare at the face of someone taller than you when you look down on them." Fanny revealed this fact.

Astoria's expression fluctuated for a while, then he turned his head, and his eyes wandered for a while and fixed on the doorknob.Although it must be angry, she inherited or is used to very small facial movements, only slightly pouted and frowning, which makes her look suddenly more than ten years younger.

Sirius next to him was standing up straight with great grace, but Fanny didn't need to look to know that this guy must be overjoyed.

After tidying up the room, Mrs. Conwell came out in time, and stood half sideways by the door, keeping a close and non-offensive distance: "Go in and have a look, is there anything you don't like?"

Astoria's lips moved, and she probably didn't feel ashamed to say "I want to sleep in the living room without even glancing at Fanny in the face of the warm invitation.

For a teenage girl, Fanny's personal items were always too simple.All the cloth products are in light colors. There is a pillow and a quilt on the bed, a bedside table next to the bed, and a wardrobe standing on the wall opposite the window.No stuffed animals, no posters or make-up, not even photos.

Therefore, the thick and colorful oil painting that served as the only decoration immediately attracted Astoria's attention. The main body of the painting was cascading mountains and huge waves, torrential rain, lightning and thunder.The two people on the cliff on the lower right are facing the mighty force of nature, and the long hair of the same color like flowing mercury can be seen dancing in the distance.

Astoria took two steps closer to read the fine print below: CC and her daughter.It was a 15th birthday present from Mrs. Conwell to Fanny.

Fanny took out the medicine bottles from her pocket and placed them on the empty bedside table one by one. The three rhythmic collisions made Astoria turn her head.

"Sleeping pills, soothing agents, nutritional supplements." Fanny pointed at the three bottles, using the calm tone commonly used by doctors diagnosing sensitive diseases to reduce the embarrassment of patients. "The names and usages are posted on the bottles, but I don't think this is necessary for you. Any trauma that needs to be dealt with?"

"No, I can do it myself." Astoria said flatly.

"That's good, good night." Fanny left the room.

As soon as she went out, Sirius called her aside: "Is there any festival between you and Leah?"

Fanny secretly rolled her eyes, and even omitted the transitional question "Did you two know each other before?", too familiar is also a trouble. "She and I just spoke for the first time a few hours ago. You're the one who sounded affectionate to her."

"Stop pretending, you've been targeting her since we met."

Sirius must have been unaware of the fourth-grade dance and the occasional encounters in the auditorium in the hallway in the next two years, so Fanny felt that the "meeting" he was talking about happened about 4 hours ago.

At about the same time that the Lovegood family was attacked, news spread that Ron and Hermione were acting together with Harry, and the Weasley family could only live in their respective homes protected by the Fidelity Curse. under the eaves.After being rescued, due to confidentiality, several people could not contact their family members.Probably in order to dispel the worry about her youngest son who has never been seen in person and to boost her declining morale, Mrs. Weasley has recently become more and more fond of inviting everyone she can contact to have dinner at the Burrow.

The reason for this treat is "new family member".

Although it was not obvious, Fanny was quite surprised when she saw Astoria.

"Astoria. It's an honor to meet you." Astoria nodded politely but indifferently to Fanny and Sirius, her light blue eyes were like ice flakes reflecting the sky, with a bit of coolness.

Fanny, too, was marked by the war more than she had been the last time she saw her: thin and haggard, with shadows under her eyes, her hair blond lighter and duller.The abnormal thing is that not only did she not show some popularity in the sun, but she was pale and transparent and even more morbid, as if she hadn't seen the sun for such a long time in her life.

What remains unchanged is the proud demeanor, the straight back and the raised chin. Fanny idly wonders whether the looks and styles of these pure-bloods have also been stereotyped by the long-term marriage of inbreeding.The good ones are the same, the bad ones are the same -- look at Crabbe and Goyle, who have grown more like dumb twins over the years.

"Don't worry about it." Fred casually put an elbow on Astoria's shoulder, "Unlike those pretentious Slytherins, our ice beauty has a fiery red heart."

Astoria froze slightly, but did not avoid or show disgust.People who can't express themselves in a large group are easily ignored. The Weasley family, known for their red hair, freckles and fertility, has always expressed their emotions, anger, likes and dislikes. Deeply stereotyped, few would actually reject their kindness.Of course, when Ginny dragged her brother out of Astoria's safe distance, the latter was still quite at ease.

"I'm a Slytherin." Except for the self-restrained part, Astoria's tone was exactly the same as when the Weasley family mentioned Gryffindor. I wonder if it was superfluous, Fanny vaguely felt that this sentence seemed right she said.

There was a short silence for a while.

However, it is certainly not the first time that Astoria has defended its identity as a college. The kind and considerate Mrs. Weasley immediately reacted to smooth things over: "Of course we know that, my dear. We only mean you and the people you usually come into contact with. Those people are very different, and there is no denying that Slytherin has a lot of good people, like—"

"—Merlin himself." Fanny's answer immediately attracted all the attention present, but her next sentence made Astoria frowned, "Fanny Sanchez, nice to meet you, Greengra S."

Cold field again.

"Astoria. I've left that family."

Sirius moved imperceptibly, but Fanny didn't seem to notice, staring at the smaller girl steadily. "True. But you're not married yet, are you?"

It was still a cold scene, and most of the onlookers looked uncertain whether to laugh or not.

"Oh, of course not. You are not yet of age." Fanny said to herself, "So of course you are Greengrass. By the way, Sirius Black, the former heir of the Black family, sends his greetings."

Sirius, who was drawn in out of nowhere, was stunned for a moment before greeting Astoria. The other party still nodded politely in response, perhaps with a bit of arrogance.

That's how Fanny and Astoria met at the Weasleys' house.

"Could it be that I'm the type who would give warm hugs to first-timers?" Fanny frowned. "If anyone of us has an abnormal attitude, it should be you. Don't think I can't see it. A child, a traitor of blood, you look at her like you've just discovered your own daughter." The addition of her family is also thanks to Sirius' efforts.

"I'm not that old." Sirius said seriously.

"She's two years younger than Harry." Fanny glanced at him, "Or are you thinking of something else? Then pretend I didn't say anything."

In the usual attacks between the two, the best weapon against Sirius was age.Especially after Remus revealed that Harry was going to be his child's godfather, Fanny became more and more enthusiastic about the title "Godfather".

"Don't change the subject." Sirius controlled his face, "Leah was imprisoned in the basement of the Greengrass house for 2 months, God knows how long it would have been if her mother hadn't asked the Order of the Phoenix for help. And she is now with We're on the same side. You shouldn't be that hard on her anyway."

"She lived in Slytherin for five years as an open blood betrayer, Sirius. The situation she can handle is much scarier than you can imagine." Fanny walked around Sirius impatiently and walked to the bathroom, "We Enough trouble now, the last thing needed is another broken man."

Over the next week or so, several people lived peacefully under the same roof as Astoria.Sirius also has a lot of credit for this, not that he can make any memorable contribution to the easing of interpersonal relationships, but mainly because he has allowed other people to accumulate a lot of experience in getting along with a certain type of people.

Leaving aside petty traits such as bitterness and the solitary conceit of rebels, the most important thing is not to wean them from being fastidious.At any rate, with two years of fleeing experience, Sirius is better than Astoria, who eats every meal carefully and slowly.It may be pleasant to glance out of the window at the girl who handles the knife and fork gracefully in a high-end restaurant, but it may not be necessarily to watch the tablemate chew slowly for an hour.Every time she saw Astoria holding a small bone china cup for breakfast and slowly sipping the brown liquid brewed from cheap coffee powder inside, Fanny had the urge to pry open her mouth and pour it directly—swallow this kind of thing anyway. Taking a belly is probably no different to taking medicine for her.But this girl never complained about the quality of the food, she never complained, which was much better than Fanny.

Think about the scene at the Weasleys' house, with an arm flying from one side and a hand stretched out from the other, grabbing it. Parsnip root sauce creamy mushroom soup has no direction, plus a hard addition of vegetables Mrs. Weasley, cheese The fish steak and black pepper beef soup are all flowing together, and by the way, some pumpkin juice is mixed with it, and a piece of chocolate pudding covered with butter beer foam is placed next to it.Everyone in the room is used to eating fast and slow, but for Astoria - Fanny will soon understand why she is next to Mrs. Weasley, who is a superb cook and extremely hospitable. After staying for several days, he still looked sickly.

Also, when Astoria was out of sight, a catch-all explanation for her whereabouts emerged.

"Where's Astoria?"

"Take a shower."

That's right, this girl takes at least two baths a day, depending on her mood.Fanny had to copy a lot of robes for her to change and wash, because Fanny's robes were a bit long for Astoria, and Sirius volunteered to go to Diagon Alley in disguise and bought a lot of black and silver for her. green.There is no way for him to purchase underwear. Fortunately, there are still a lot of unfinished stock that Fanny hoarded before the war, so just adjust the size.

The handover between the girls was completed. When Fanny opened the door and came out, she met Sirius who was on the sofa in the living room looking at him. Their eyes met, and the latter raised his chin without reason.

"I'm just worried if you two are going to bite each other's heads off when you're alone."

"It's well known that you're the one who can actually bite someone's head off, Padfoot."

"That's not fair, at least with Moonface."

"Remus is a good guy."

"Then what am I?"

"A 'black' dog."

"Hey, that's not 'interesting,' miss."

"I haven't put 'old' in front yet."

The purely fruitless pastime of tongue ends with Mrs. Conwell's order to "turn out the lights and go to sleep."Fanny's room changed owners several times during the year. It was first slept by Sirius for two months, returned to the original owner for a few months, and then transferred to Astoria.Feeling sorry for Fanny's body, both Mrs. Conwell and Smith offered to contribute the room, but obviously, Fanny was always the winner of such disputes.

Now Fanny and Sirius share the two sofas in the living room. Sirius very gentlemanly left the couch facing the TV to Fanny, but he did not treat himself badly. The sofa is more comfortable.

In the darkness, Fanny stared at the spots on the ceiling left by the faint light from the gaps in the curtains of the French windows for a while, then closed her eyes.

Awakened by the sudden coldness on her face, it took Fanny a minute or two to realize that the softness under her body did not come from the thick carpet but the sofa, and the screaming in her ears and the pain in her body were not real either.

The violent trembling couldn't be stopped for a while, so she didn't try in vain.

The only movement around came from a man. He muttered a few words in a low voice, and her eyes suddenly lit up.At the same time that she was stabbed to close her eyes, Fanny also closed her screaming mouth.Similar to waking up from a coma at that time, the senses came back layer by layer, Fanny felt the cold water dripping from her hair, and the heat of the hand on her shoulder.

Fanny grabbed it subconsciously, and then compared it to Draco's hand so fast that she didn't realize it.There are also similarities, such as neatly trimmed nails, such as slender and well-defined forms.But the hands on her shoulders were decidedly warmer - Draco's hands were always cool if not icy; rougher - Draco's well-maintained hands, even during the most intense moments of Quidditch practice No bruises or calluses, either; bigger too - of course, look at the comparison of the two men's figures.

She looked up and found Sirius watching her from a very close distance.His eyes were grey, too, but a darker color, tinted with a dull tint by long suffering.But the clarity that belonged to a teenager never faded from it, and it became even more dazzling in these days.

And something she couldn't feel from Draco.They all long for uneasiness and challenge from the bottom of their hearts, they both take existence and disappearance for granted, they are all Gryffindors-know and proud of the courage buried in their hearts, and they know how to turn it into death. The sharp edge of cowardice.

too close.

This is not good, Fanny thought.But she already had to face the end of this war, and probably their end, with a hole in her body, and what could be worse?

Then she thought of Draco, his trembling body standing between her and death.

This is not good.

Fanny lowered her head, and took the hand on her shoulder to smooth out the few strands of hair sticking to her forehead.

[you can't...]

There was no sound, she froze for a moment, remembering that the spell she recited to herself before going to bed hadn't been lifted yet.Fanny moved back a little, dropped her head even lower, and reached under the pillow to fumble for her wand.

Sirius took out his wand faster than her, stepped back a little, pointed at her and whispered "Curse Stop", and dried Fanny's hair and pillow again.

"Can't you think of a better way to wake me up than pouring cold water on it?" Fanny frowned when she spoke, judging from the pain and hoarseness, if there were no spells, she would probably have woken up the neighbors several blocks away.

"This is what happens when you try to use other methods, ma'am." Sirius pointed to his face.

It was only then that Fanny noticed that there were three clear scratches on the left cheek of this old man. From past experience, if Sirius hadn't changed his tactics quickly, she would probably have teeth already.

"You shouldn't have stopped the medicine so early." Sirius returned to his sofa and half-lyed, as if what happened just now was really just Fanny having a nightmare and being woken up by him.

"My biggest problem isn't being stabbed, Sirius." Fanny followed his words, "Anesthetizing myself won't help change the status quo—" She turned her gaze, "What's wrong?"

The last sentence was addressed to Astoria, who appeared at the foot of the stairs in her nightgown, wand in one hand, eyes squinted at the light.Hearing Fanny's question, her expression froze for a moment: "Just now I heard some movement outside, so I came out to take a look."

"Can't sleep?" Sirius showed concern and helplessness of "why not obey" on his face, "Why, didn't you take sleeping pills?"

Astoria was silent, she looked even paler than usual, and it almost seemed as though the lights were going to be shining through her body.

"That's not right, you should at least wait until your body returns to normal before making trouble with yourself." Fanny said lazily.

"Anesthetizing myself didn't do much to change the situation, and I didn't even get stabbed," Astoria shot back.

"Well said, but strictly speaking, I wasn't stabbed. And I didn't stay in the cellar for two months." Fanny sat up straighter, "Speaking of which, you heard a couple alone The first reaction of adult men and women is to lean over and look at it? This habit is not good."

Even for a person with a clear conscience, this is not easy to answer, Sirius stared at Fanny.A faint blush appeared on Astoria's face, and he glanced coldly at the messy clothes of the two and the scratch marks on Sirius' face.

"Sorry to bother you." After finishing speaking, she turned to leave.

"No, Astoria. This is just a joke, and Fanny didn't mean to offend." Sirius hurriedly got up and gave Fanny a look, "It's nothing like that at all, Fanny just had a nightmare, I think Wake her up."

Thank you very much, Sirius Black.

Before Astoria could answer, Fanny picked up the conversation: "Yeah, I can't sleep anyway, how about chatting together? The spell is done, and neither of them can see or hear anything. "

She stretched out her hand to pat the place next to her, her tone and movements were very sincere and natural, and Sirius immediately agreed.

Astoria stood at his original position, and left without turning around.She could see that she didn't want to go back to the dark room alone right away, and seemed to be trying to determine if this was a trap for teasing.

"How about Sirius and I coping with a siege by five Muggles and two of Voddy's little henchmen? The only injury we both suffered was from a Muggle girl not half his age. Fanny waved to Astoria.

The response was another stare from Sirius, but since Fanny's purpose did not conflict with his, it was difficult to say anything, so he had to look at Astoria again.Driven by curiosity and Sirius' sincere invitation, the latter finally came over slowly, sat upright on the couch at the farthest position from Fanny, turned his head slightly, and looked at Fanny's head one foot above her head place.

Fanny cleared her throat, "Okay, let me make a warning first: When you go to a small place to play, don't go to the local bar."

The author has something to say:

For me, I just want to add new characters after writing this point...and the ambiguous Dafa is good.