12|Petunia-the flower of anger

                                    

                                          
                         RECOMMENDED SONG: MORAL OF THE STORY, ASHE
                          
•FLORA•
                          
I wake up to the distant voices of James, Sirius, and Peter. My eyes flutter open, and the first thing I see is a bare, bandaged, chest lying by me. I follow up the chest, to the neck, to the face. Right, Remus. I slowly get up out of bed, careful not to wake him up. Which is actually really hard because somehow, both of his arms ended up wrapped around me. Like I was a teddy bear. I pull my shirt down, opening the door and closing it behind me. My feet are cold walking on the wood floor, Remus's feet were warm. I walk downstairs. Mrs. Potter is making dinner, Mr. Fleamont is sitting on the sofa reading a book, and Sirius, James, Peter wre all talking to eachother on the dinner table. I brush my fingers through my tangled hair, sitting by Peter, across from James and Sirius. 
                          
"Helloooo." James says with a cheeky smile. Peter joins in, while Sirius just glares at me. 
                          
"Hello, did you find what you were looking for?" I ask them, ignoring the weird looks they're sending me.
                          
"We did, you weren't too lonely without us?" James says, resting his chin in his hand. 
                          
"Ya, Remus didn't bother you did he?" Peter asks, leaning closer to me. Sirius lets out a strangled noise. 
                          
"No, no Remus was fine. He's pretty quiet." I answer. Peter and James start to snicker. I furrow my eyebrows and rub my eyelids. 
                          
"Sirius, are you alright?" I turn my attention to him, he still hasn't said anything. 
                          
"Oh ya, I'm perfectly fine!" He throws his hands up, slamming them onto the table. His voice is dripping with sarcasm. I flinch at the loud noise, Peter and James send him a questioning glance. 
                          
"Totally not thinking about how I invited you to stay at my house, and how you shagged my friend behind my back!" Mrs. Potter stops cooking and Mr. Fleamont turns to look at us from the sofa.
                          
"Come agian?" I ask confused. Shagged? Is he serious right now?
                          
"Don't play dumb! We all saw how cozy you and Remus looked!" He accuses. 
                          
"Remus-"
                          
"Ya? Is everything alright?" Remus says, now wearing a white shirt and pajama pants. His sandy brown hair is sticking out in every direction. 
                          
"Remus, man! Congratulations!" Peter exclaims, which makes Remus furrow his eyebrows. James slaps Peter's arm, shaking his head as if to say "not now". 
                          
"Yes, Remus. Congratulations on tricking me into feeling bad for you so you could go and shag Flora!" He shouts at him. I snap my neck towards him, giving myself whiplash. 
                          
"Sirius I did not "shag" Remus!" I yell, standing up from my chair. Suprising myself and everyone else. It's quiet for a few seconds. 
                          
"U-um dinner's ready!" Mrs. Potter announces, hoping to stop the scream match that me and Sirius have started. 
                          
"I'm not that hungry anymore, Mrs. Potter. Besides, I don't want to eat in the same room as a whore." He spits, glaring at me. Mr. Fleamont jumps out of his spot from the sofa. 
                          
"Sirius!" He barks. But Sirius doesn't even acknowledge him. He keeps staring at me, his big innocent eyes looking more stormy and dark now. I blink back the tears that are spilling down my cheeks. I feel a hand on my shoulder, bringing me into a hug. I melt into the person's warmth, hiding my ears into their chest so I don't here the screams of Sirius and Mr. Fleamont. 
                          
Words are many things. They could be filled with love or hatred. They could be empty promises. They could be dripping with sorrow. Words are many things, that nobody ever forgets. You don't forget the first time you said "I love you." You don't forget the time someone said "I'll be there for you." You can't. Because the mind is tied to the heart, and the heart remembers the feeling. Sad, happy, angry, absolutely lost. The mind remembers the words, but the heart remembers the pain. The mind can forget but the heart never will.