Lune Spectrale - Updated 11/08/02
Posted: Mon Oct 14, 2002 5:11 pm
Here's the third installment of the Remus Lupin/Genevieve trilogy, affectionately known as the "Shampoo Trilogy!" ;) Remember, keep the feedback coming ... it's what keeps the stories alive! :grin
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Lune Spectrale
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Disclaimer: I don’t own or have any rights to the characters from the Harry Potter books. Those credits go to J.K. Rowling, Scholastic, Bloomsbury and Warner Brothers.
Rating: TEEN
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Part One
Autumn hadn’t officially arrived yet, but a briskness had settled into the air signaling that fall was not too far away. Genevieve reclined on a bench in the courtyard of Hogwarts castle one afternoon in early September and lay still as she stared up at the clear, blue sky. It was relatively quiet at the moment – the students at the school were all in their classes – but occasionally she could hear the soft breeze rustling the leaves or a lone bird twittering in the distance.
In and out – she breathed the crisp change-of-season air until the serenity of the moment had lulled her into an unexpected slumber.
*****
The headmaster of the school wandered out into the courtyard and saw the young woman resting on the bench. He approached her and realized that she wasn’t just resting – she was actually napping. He noticed her mouth moving slowly – forming words in her sleep. Albus Dumbledore listened intently as Genevieve spoke nonsensically.
“Hist whist,” muttered the slumbering girl. “Little ghost things – hob-a-nob – little itchy mousies with scuttling eyes – hide!”
The headmaster listened to her sleepy mumblings and stroked his silver beard thoughtfully.
A moment later, Genevieve sat bolt upright and looked into Dumbledore’s twinkling blue eyes.
“Oh!” she exclaimed. “Did I fall asleep?”
“Yes, it appears you did,” he replied calmly. “Were you dreaming?”
“How did you know?” she asked him.
“You were talking in your sleep,” he answered.
*****
He must think I’ve gone barking mad, she thought. Babbling in my sleep like some common nutter. She felt her face flush.
“Today’s the day, eh?” she said, trying to get the focus of their conversation away from the strange habits of her unconscious self.
“Yes – that’s right,” reflected Dumbledore. “This evening is your last session with Dr. Montgomery, isn’t it?”
Genevieve nodded. “I suppose you’ll want me moved out of the castle by tomorrow then?”
“That’s actually what I came to speak to you about …” he began, but Genevieve cut him off.
“It’s all right,” she said glumly. “Madam Rosmerta still has my room at the Three Broomsticks and I’m sure she’ll be delighted to allow me to start working again.”
“No, you’ve misunderstood me. I didn’t come here to throw you out of Hogwarts!” He smiled widely at her. “On the contrary – I’m inviting you to stay!”
Genevieve stared at him dully. What? What had he just said to her? She rubbed her ears to make sure she hadn’t heard him wrong.
“You’ve made such wonderful progress over the summer with the nurse and mediwizard. Your memory is back intact.”
“So, I was assuming that once the sessions were complete, I would go back to living in Hogsmeade.”
“Well, that is an option,” said Dumbledore. “But there’s also another alternative.”
”And what’s that?” questioned Genevieve.
“Your education was curtailed with Lupin’s passing. We all miss him greatly, but I think he would have wanted you to complete your magical studies. That’s why I’m offering to have you stay on at the school.”
Genevieve sat silently on the bench and stared blankly at the stone squares that paved the courtyard. She knew Dumbledore was right. She could practically hear Remus’ voice in her head, telling her so.
“I’ve already run the idea past the professors and several of them have offered their free time to tutor you.”
Still, Genevieve said nothing.
“You don’t have to tell me your answer right away. I know it’s a big decision to make at a moments notice …”
“No,” interrupted Genevieve. “I accept your invitation to stay.”
*****
After dinner, Genevieve had gone to her final session with Dr. Montgomery and Nurse Camilla and been discharged from any further treatment. Her memory was regained and fully functioning once more. This, of course, was a bittersweet triumph for her. Certainly she was pleased to be healthy again, but an awkward part of herself was riddled with guilt for wishing she could wipe out her entire memory again and not have to feel the pangs of grief morning, noon and night. The anguish of her loss was, at times, unbearable. There were times, right afterwards, which it made her physically ill, but that had passed. Now she merely ached. A deep, dull ache that spun from the very depths of her soul.
She contemplated all of this as she walked down the corridor from the Hospital Wing back to her room and then she heard voice called from behind her call out.
“Genevieve!”
It was Professor Dumbledore again.
“Yes, Professor?” answered Genevieve.
“I neglected to mention this earlier – I didn’t know exactly when we’d be commencing with the service, so I didn’t want to bring it up until I had worked out the details …” Dumbledore was talking in a nervous fashion such as Genevieve had never experienced before. “What I mean to say is,” he took a deep breath before he continued, “there’s a memorial service scheduled for Remus tomorrow afternoon. I’ve arranged a small monument to be set up here on the school grounds in remembrance of him.”
Genevieve’s face went pallid, but she nodded. “I’ll be there.”
*****
Author’s Note: Genevieve’s nonsensical sleep talking comes from the children’s poem entitled hist whist by e.e. cummings.
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Lune Spectrale
*~*~*
Disclaimer: I don’t own or have any rights to the characters from the Harry Potter books. Those credits go to J.K. Rowling, Scholastic, Bloomsbury and Warner Brothers.
Rating: TEEN
*~*~*
Part One
Autumn hadn’t officially arrived yet, but a briskness had settled into the air signaling that fall was not too far away. Genevieve reclined on a bench in the courtyard of Hogwarts castle one afternoon in early September and lay still as she stared up at the clear, blue sky. It was relatively quiet at the moment – the students at the school were all in their classes – but occasionally she could hear the soft breeze rustling the leaves or a lone bird twittering in the distance.
In and out – she breathed the crisp change-of-season air until the serenity of the moment had lulled her into an unexpected slumber.
*****
The headmaster of the school wandered out into the courtyard and saw the young woman resting on the bench. He approached her and realized that she wasn’t just resting – she was actually napping. He noticed her mouth moving slowly – forming words in her sleep. Albus Dumbledore listened intently as Genevieve spoke nonsensically.
“Hist whist,” muttered the slumbering girl. “Little ghost things – hob-a-nob – little itchy mousies with scuttling eyes – hide!”
The headmaster listened to her sleepy mumblings and stroked his silver beard thoughtfully.
A moment later, Genevieve sat bolt upright and looked into Dumbledore’s twinkling blue eyes.
“Oh!” she exclaimed. “Did I fall asleep?”
“Yes, it appears you did,” he replied calmly. “Were you dreaming?”
“How did you know?” she asked him.
“You were talking in your sleep,” he answered.
*****
He must think I’ve gone barking mad, she thought. Babbling in my sleep like some common nutter. She felt her face flush.
“Today’s the day, eh?” she said, trying to get the focus of their conversation away from the strange habits of her unconscious self.
“Yes – that’s right,” reflected Dumbledore. “This evening is your last session with Dr. Montgomery, isn’t it?”
Genevieve nodded. “I suppose you’ll want me moved out of the castle by tomorrow then?”
“That’s actually what I came to speak to you about …” he began, but Genevieve cut him off.
“It’s all right,” she said glumly. “Madam Rosmerta still has my room at the Three Broomsticks and I’m sure she’ll be delighted to allow me to start working again.”
“No, you’ve misunderstood me. I didn’t come here to throw you out of Hogwarts!” He smiled widely at her. “On the contrary – I’m inviting you to stay!”
Genevieve stared at him dully. What? What had he just said to her? She rubbed her ears to make sure she hadn’t heard him wrong.
“You’ve made such wonderful progress over the summer with the nurse and mediwizard. Your memory is back intact.”
“So, I was assuming that once the sessions were complete, I would go back to living in Hogsmeade.”
“Well, that is an option,” said Dumbledore. “But there’s also another alternative.”
”And what’s that?” questioned Genevieve.
“Your education was curtailed with Lupin’s passing. We all miss him greatly, but I think he would have wanted you to complete your magical studies. That’s why I’m offering to have you stay on at the school.”
Genevieve sat silently on the bench and stared blankly at the stone squares that paved the courtyard. She knew Dumbledore was right. She could practically hear Remus’ voice in her head, telling her so.
“I’ve already run the idea past the professors and several of them have offered their free time to tutor you.”
Still, Genevieve said nothing.
“You don’t have to tell me your answer right away. I know it’s a big decision to make at a moments notice …”
“No,” interrupted Genevieve. “I accept your invitation to stay.”
*****
After dinner, Genevieve had gone to her final session with Dr. Montgomery and Nurse Camilla and been discharged from any further treatment. Her memory was regained and fully functioning once more. This, of course, was a bittersweet triumph for her. Certainly she was pleased to be healthy again, but an awkward part of herself was riddled with guilt for wishing she could wipe out her entire memory again and not have to feel the pangs of grief morning, noon and night. The anguish of her loss was, at times, unbearable. There were times, right afterwards, which it made her physically ill, but that had passed. Now she merely ached. A deep, dull ache that spun from the very depths of her soul.
She contemplated all of this as she walked down the corridor from the Hospital Wing back to her room and then she heard voice called from behind her call out.
“Genevieve!”
It was Professor Dumbledore again.
“Yes, Professor?” answered Genevieve.
“I neglected to mention this earlier – I didn’t know exactly when we’d be commencing with the service, so I didn’t want to bring it up until I had worked out the details …” Dumbledore was talking in a nervous fashion such as Genevieve had never experienced before. “What I mean to say is,” he took a deep breath before he continued, “there’s a memorial service scheduled for Remus tomorrow afternoon. I’ve arranged a small monument to be set up here on the school grounds in remembrance of him.”
Genevieve’s face went pallid, but she nodded. “I’ll be there.”
*****
Author’s Note: Genevieve’s nonsensical sleep talking comes from the children’s poem entitled hist whist by e.e. cummings.
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