Remembering Me

"This... this is really a good idea." I wiped away tears from laughter, "but I'd rather kiss Kreacher."

"Imagine that picture," she said in evocative tones.

"Hey!" I protested.

"It makes me feel better."

It was a joke, but still made me subconsciously look at her wound.The closed wound was barely visible in my alcohol-blurred vision, and the honey-colored skin on Jessica's side had a soft luster, looking very soft...

"Guess I'll have to wipe it all over again."

"what?"

I looked up, and I knew from a glance that Jessica hadn't misunderstood the meaning of my gaze. I didn't know which of the two of us blushed more.

"The things that make me look like a white person, the most troublesome thing to disguise is the voice and skin color. I use Patricia whitening cream and add some materials to adjust it myself. After I put it on, it will not fade no matter what I do within a month. Jessica sighed, relaxed a little and pretended, "It seems that Snape just removed it for me."

"Well, yes." I agreed with the fact that I didn't notice until after she finished speaking, "The skin around the wound is darker than your face. Before I said it, I didn't even think that it wasn't your original skin color."

"I don't have anything white about me, except, you know, my hair." Jessica closed her eyes and said, "I will restore my original appearance before entering the territory of the Order of the Phoenix, but it is too troublesome to change the color of my skin." , so that's what you see with gypsy features on white skin."

"I think that looks good," I blurted out, then added, "Of course, I'm not saying you don't look good the way you are." Jessica didn't reply, and I further revised my words, "I mean, although I haven't seen it, but it's certainly not bad. Aren't so many people trying to get a darker tan?"

"Thank you."

Then Jessica was silent, and after a while I thought she was asleep.I pulled out my wand and said the Summoning Charm, and a blanket of somewhat uneven thickness appeared in my hands. Alcohol never helped the accuracy of spellcasting.I put it lightly on Jessica, who had been reluctant to do so because of the spell that Jessica burned so badly, I thought she would feel cold later.

"I'm like my mother." She murmured suddenly and opened her eyes.

I was stunned for some reason and quickly took two steps back. Her eyes moved with my movements, and when I sat back to the original position, her gaze was fixed on the ceiling again.

Jessica reached for the medicine bottle Snape had left behind and poured a few drops into her mouth.To achieve the recovery speed she required, she had to go without food or drink all day and night, and the frequency of taking medicine made it impossible for her to sleep.

"You can sleep for a while," I said to her, "I will call you when the time comes next time."

"No, you go to rest. I am quite proud of my ability to stay up late."

This is the first time I have seen Jessica take the initiative to joke, her face is still paler than usual, that faint smile dilutes the inherent characteristics of her facial features, making her at this moment look extra...real, no As tough as before.

Of course I wouldn't just leave like this, and Jessica didn't try to persuade me, maybe because I didn't have the strength.She looked at the ceiling and blinked at a very slow pace, as if she planned to just stay up all night.I sat on the couch next to her and looked around the fireplace, trying not to stare at her.

After pulling myself out of my trance twice in a short period of time, I knew it was time to talk, unless I wanted to drink my own coffee again.

"Your mother...what was she like?" I asked.

"Huh?" Jessica blinked a few times quickly, as if urging her brain to enter the state, "Oh, to be honest, I don't know. She is a witch and seems to have been wandering. I have probably seen her before." Four or five times, there was never a picture of her at home."

"I'm very sorry."

"fine."

"When was the last time you saw her?"

"About 5 years ago. Every time she showed up, she stayed in the guest room for one night and then left. My father never made any sign of unwelcome towards her, but I didn't see them have any intimate behavior. At last What impressed me the most was that before she left the next morning my father would make her tea, Chinese Keemun black tea, with a little Henkers gin."

"Not a common combination."

"Yeah. I tried it, and it tasted weird. My dad doesn't drink, but there's always a bottle of gin in the cupboard. My dad dumps the rest after she's gone - and once or twice I When I saw him drink, it was just a sip. When he went to work, he would take the bottle away and throw it away, and I would find a new bottle in the cupboard that night."

The ending of this story, far from being bizarre, made me feel a vague sadness.I don't know what kind of mood that man had to welcome the mother of his child, make tea for her, and send her away.

Jessica seemed to feel the same: "My father doesn't like to entertain guests. Even when there are guests, he buys wine on the spur of the moment. That bottle of gin is the only one in the cupboard."

"Did he... talk about them?"

"Very little. But I've heard rumors that my father visited the Vatican during the summer vacation of the second year of college. The planned one-week trip lasted for two full months. After returning, my father seemed to have lost his soul. It took a long time to pull himself together. Then he left seminary and switched to business. The following spring, my mother showed up at my grandparents’ house and left me without seeing him.”

The Vatican I know, the religious shrine of Muggles.Presumably, the devout and ascetic man went there with a pilgrimage-like mood, but he almost ruined his faith during this journey.Jessica was to him like a ghost of the dead part, she stayed by his side, living a life without his mother.

I was naturally reminded of my own childhood.Both my parents were named Blake before marriage, and this combination of cousins ​​is a typical "for the continuation of the blood" result.In my memory, the role of my mother will never be missing, but my weak-tempered father seems to be a dispensable shadow.

It is said that home is a safe haven for those who work away from home. For Orion Black, the situation is more like jumping into business to escape his never-ending family life.Of course, the so-called official business is nothing more than going out to exchange opinions on the marriage of the next generation with other pure-blood families, and then inviting some of them to transfer the exchange place to Black's old house, and take their ancestral property to the Ministry of Magic to buy some medals every now and then, and sit and eat.

It was rumored that my father had a mistress outside, but I doubt he would have the guts to do so.What I remember most about him is that he walked away when my mother yelled, and the phrase "shut up and listen to your mother".That stern, dignified appearance actually earned Regulus a bit of respect, so much so that I wondered if I was the only one who wasn't blind, seeing that my father was just fleeing in embarrassment and being the only one to deal with it. .

My father's only outburst was when I ran away from home when I was 16, and that really stuck with me, wondering how much he spent afterwards to clear himself of using the Unforgivable Curses.During the interval of pain, I lay on the ground and squinted at his distorted face with anger. He turned his back to his strong wife and looked mighty.

coward.My throat doesn't work at all when I'm not screaming, so I mouthed the word.It worked out well, a savage gleam in his eyes, and it was probably the most manly and Blake moment he'd ever been.I smiled dryly at the tip of my staff pointing back at me, sure it was the last thing I could do.

"Get out! Get out! Never set foot in Black's door again!"

The sudden explosion of screams made him freeze, and his facial muscles twitched a few times.It's ridiculous to say that my mother saved my life.I half-crawled and half-walked towards the door, no one stopped me.

"Evil seed! Scum! The rebellious son I gave birth to!..." The mother's roar continued.

The moment I opened the door, Regulus seemed to call me, barely audible over my mother's voice.I didn't hear, I fell on the steps outside the door, pulled out the double-way mirror in my pocket, and called James.Before the field of vision went dark, I saw a few people walking in the square surrounding me. If I still had the strength, I would give them a victory sign: I won, I am free.