The Sun and Her Moon- Remus Lupin

The Tales of the Emotionally Distressed

She barely even could recall the journey to the hospital wing, all she could remember was Lily handing her over to Madam Pomfrey. A few minutes later, after a few potions were forced down her throat her vision went black. The girl falling back into her bed in an ever so deep sleep.
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"You reckon if I stick a jelly bean up here nose she'll wake up?" Sirius asked, staring down at the jelly bean.

The boys were crowded around Aveline's hospital bed, and had been since she didn't show up to dinner and Mcgonagall informed them where she was. They all literally sprinted out of the hall in an urgent panic, just to see her sleeping peacefully.

Madam Pomfrey wouldn't tell them what was wrong with her, just that she needed sleep and not to wake her. That if they disturbed her she would immediately kicked them out without thinking twice.

Sirius sat on the edge of her bed, eating a box of every flavoured beans he was sharing with Peter. Ever so often one of the boys would get a gross flavour, and have to hold in their disgusted ews as not to be too loud.

James, the worried mother he was, hadn't stopped pacing around the room. Finding every excuse to rearrange a flower pot, mumbling under his breath about how dusty it was.

Remus was sitting by the chair right next to her, reading a book patiently. He seemed to be the most chill, though anyone who knew Remus would've picked up on a couple unusual behaviours.

For one his leg was shaking with a restless twitch that he usually never had.

And for two, he was picking his eyes up from his book page every two seconds to scan his eyes over Aveline's face. In fact, he hadn't actually turned the book page in the whole hour or so they had been sitting, waiting for her to wake up.

It was rather odd Madam Pomfrey wouldn't tell them why she was here, for usually she was the first to babble when one of them got hurt and ended up on the hospital wing. Like when James knocked himself out trying to jump into his pants and pull them up at the same time, she was the first to complain about how dangerous he acted to the boys friends.

Though this time she said nothing, and it clearly wasn't some contagious illness otherwise they wouldn't be able to sit around her bed and wait.

"Oh good she's still sleeping," Lily Evans sighed who had just rushed in, holding a bunch of papers under her arms. "I took some notes from the classes she missed, I'll just set them down."

"What do you mean still sleeping?" James asked, raising an eyebrow at the girl. "Did you see her earlier? Mcgonagall only just told us."

"Oh! Did I say that?" Lily asked, looking rather flushed as she looked anywhere but at James. "I haven't seen Aveline all day! In fact, this is the first time I'm seeing her today!"

James stepped forward, narrowed eyes and arms crossed.

"Your doing that thing where you twirl your hair when you lie."

"What?!" Lily exclaimed, dropping the hair she had been playing with. "I'm most definitely not lying-"

"Lily," James warned, eyebrows raised. "You know something we don't."

"I know a lot of things you don't actually, like potions, history of magic—"

"Spit it out Evans."

In response Lily pretended to look at a watch she most certainly wasn't wearing on her wrist, before hustling out of the room mumbling something about being on time. James watched her with amusement, shaking his head as a soft smile spread over his face.

"She's awake!" Peter suddenly exclaimed, and indeed a very groggy looking Aveline was opening her eyes, letting out a sleepy yawn as she did.

She squinted, her eyes adjusting to the light only to see four wide pairs of eyes staring up at her from above.

"Jesus!" she flinched back. "Scare the shit out of me why don't you?"

"You look absolutely dead Ave's," Sirius stated, leaning forward so they nearly were touching noses and inspecting her face.

James pulled him back harshly, giving the boy a warning look as all four boys backed off.

"How are you feeling?" James asked. "Should I go get madam pomfrey?"

"I'm just fine James," she said, sitting up awkwardly.

She hated being in the hospital wing, the center of attention as people dotted in her. It was horribly embarrassing for the boys to see her like this, and even more embarrassing was why she was here.

"Are you sick?" Peter asked, and a wave of relief washed through her that they didn't know why.

"Just a bit under the weather, that's all," she responded, reaching for the glass of water that was sitting on her side table.

Saving her form anymore, Madam Pomfrey came bursting in the room, clapping her hands together.

"Everyone OUT! I need to take care of my patient!"

"But-"

"Can we-"

"OUT! she bellowed, practically shoeing the boys away like sheep.

They complained and groaned the whole time, but once she slammed the door in their faces Aveline let out a sign of relief. She was still feeling slightly shaky, her hands trembling as she set the water glass back down.

Madam Pomfrey walked over to Aveline's bed side, plopping herself down in the chair Remus had been. in minutes prior. She had a clipboard in her hand, her eyes scanning over it before looking up at Aveline

"As protocol, I have to ask you a few questions Miss Rosier before I can release you."

Aveline nodded, tucking in her trembling hands under the blanket.

"Do you have a history of panic attacks?"

"What?" she exclaimed immediately getting defensive. "Of course not! Besides that wasn't a panic attack —"

"Do you often experience anxiety?"

"No," she growled.

"Alright, is there anything else going on in your life that might be causing you emotional distress?"

"I'm not emotionally distressed. I was just having an off day— that all."

Madam Pomfrey just studied her for a moment, before humming to herself and walking away. She was in the back office for a moment rummaging around. Eventually she came back into the room, a small pamphlet in her hand. She handed it to Aveline without a word, before walking away again.

It was titled Ways to Cope with Anxiety, and Aveline never wanted to throw something across a room more.

"You may go now Miss Rosier, though I do remind you this building is full of wonderful people to talk too if you ever do need it," she said kindly.

"Thank you Madam," Aveline said politely in response.

She shoulder her book bag, tossing the stupid pamphlet in the garbage on the way out.

She didn't need to cope with anxiety, she needed her Father to stay out of her life and to stop being a sociopathic freak.