𝐓𝐫𝛐𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 ➳ 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲

Grief

Paramnesia
- A disorder of memory in which dreams or fantasies are confused with reality 

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"Everything is set up at Grimmauld Place and Sirius is already there," Remus said from the other side of the table, his expression told of both sadness and happiness, two poles wanting to pull him in both directions.

Something was in Lynnea's mouth, oh... the food of course. She resumed her chewing and simply glanced around as they spoke, Jonas and her parents were at the table as well.

"We'll go tomorrow and the first meeting will be the evening after," Her dad said while taking her mom's hand in his. 

"I'll see Sirius tomorrow?" She asked. Michael dropped his fork, mouth slightly agape as they all looked at her in surprise, how bothersome. 

"Yeah, Ducky, that's right. You'll see Sirius tomorrow," Her mom used a nice soft voice, why was she talking like that? Talking to her as if she was simpleton, it irked Lynnea even further. 

"Is Harry coming?" She sneered, anger flaring up in her already.

"At some point, Ducky," Her dad said in his usual tone thankfully.

"Hey, Pups!" Sirius joyous voice sounded as sprang out of the living room, his happy voice sounding through the whole house that seemed to be rather large. 

Remus was wordlessly telling him to stuff it, did he think she would not notice? She seemed to notice everything and nothing these days so it was fair really. 

"Hi, Pads," She jogged forward, jumping into his widespread arms.

"What do you say we leave these bores behind and dive into some breathtakingly climatic cleaning?" He asked, an arm hanging loosely around her shoulders. Sirius smelled of alcohol but it was different to the one she reeked of. 

She almost felt inclined to smile, his cheerful nature was quite contagious but it just made her feel all the more guilty and then she felt sick because of feeling so sorry for herself. 

But why should she smile when he never could again? Sirius led her into a room and began dusting off a few of the surfaces and charming a broom to clean the floors. She sat in the armchair, watching him clean for hours without moving but Sirius did not mind. 

Remus was in the room too she noted, they were joking around, laughing wildly as Remus chased Sirius with a bucket of water. Joking around as she and Cedric had. Lynnea silently got up from the chair and went to her own room, tears already running. 

"What's she doing here, she isn't in the order!" A blond older man uttered from the corner, there were twenty-four people in the room. Her family, Dumbledore, Sirius, Remus, Snape, Arthur Weasley, Molly Weasley, Moody, McGonagall, Charlie, Bill. She did not know the rest.

"She stays," Her mom said in that voice where no one tried to defy her, a stern gaze accompanying it. 

They were speaking of something important, Voldemort. He was back apparently. Charlie was sitting beside her, he had taken her hand in his, fiddling her fingers for her while her head was resting on his shoulder. Why was she so tired?

They were still talking when she stood up, Remus stopped speaking. They all sent worried glances around to each other, why did they always do that? It was so bothersome.

"I'm fine," She lied, why was her throat still so hoarse and croaky? Instead of going to her own room, she went further up, randomly wandering into rooms.