𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 [𝐑. 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧]

𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

Song:
Call Out my Name (The Weeknd)
"So call out my name..."

Callisto left the small note next to Narcissa's bag and walked out of the dorm, knowing that the blonde wouldn't hear her through the sound of the water running in the shower. Her hand was securely wrapped around the painted pill box, her fingers flipping the white cap open absentmindedly as she made her way to the Hospital Wing. Callisto's eyes fell on the small group of Gryffindors walking to their classes and she furrowed her eyebrows in confusion as she noticed the identical red sweaters they were all wearing above their school uniform. Unlike them, she hadn't even bothered to properly pull out her winter clothes, seeing as it was pretty hot inside the castle for mid-October. Though she did remember both Remus and Narcissa expressing their concerns about her "completely fucked up temperature perception".

The girl hesitantly opened the infirmary door, a wave of heat washing over her. A series of beds were on her left and right, all empty except for two. In the first one, there was a first year with both her hands in white plasters as she slept soundlessly, while in the second one there was a boy with his back turned on her. Not wanting to wake them up, she knocked the door leading to the matron's office and waited for her to open up.

"Good morning, dear! Can I help you?" Madame Pomfrey asked, her pale blue eyes shining with kindness. Callisto was slightly taken aback by how polite and caring she sounded, recalling the healer working at Durmstrang.

"Uhm... I-I just came for my refill." She stammered, showing her the empty box. The healer's eyes widened with recognition and she took the small bottle, observing the written instructions on the back.

"I'll be right back, Callisto." She said, giving her a sympathetic smile. "Just sit on the bed, and I'll come check some things up."

The matron disappeared in her office and Callisto sat back on the bed. Soon enough, she heard the distinct sound of someone stirring in their bed and she glanced to her right.

"Morning!" She mused as Remus' eyes flattered open and he looked around the room, not noticing Callisto until he heard her voice.

"Listo? What are you doing here?" He questioned, his voice sounding groggy from sleeping. He didn't look okay, she noted, observing the dark circles under his tired eyes and his pale complexion, that exuded a sickly aura. He, on the other hand, was confused. Callisto seemed just fine and as far as he could tell, she wasn't in any pain.

"I like the scent of premature death that is abundant in hospitals." She enunciated, looking him dead in the eye. "I just came to take a few painkillers. It's that time of the month again..."

Remus fought the urge to reply something along the lines of "You too?", and nodded, stretching his arms out. Callisto's white lie had passed undetected and she leaned back on the bed, satisfied at the outcome. It was a solid excuse and nobody would really ask for more information on the matter.