~ William Shakespeare
Wednesday, April 4th ~ Early Morning
Monday night's events had left Izabel a trifle - insecure - and that was putting it mildly. She didn't want to face Remus and see condemnation in his eyes. She realized what Severus had been doing. It didn't stop the urge she had to kick him a good one in the shins or throw something extremely hard at his head, but it did lessen it to a great degree. Sirius on the other hand - she could cheerfully have strangled.
Other than a quick visit, while Poppy was still there, Izabel had avoided Remus the rest of Tuesday. Quite successfully. She wasn't sure if that should worry her or not.
Late Tuesday evening, after checking with Schroeder to make sure Remus was asleep, she'd approached his quarters cautiously. When she didn't find it warded against her, Izabel breathed a little easier and had managed to slip into bed without waking him. The fact he was probably exhausted from the moon was something she'd counted on. Izabel was awake long before the elf returned to rouse her and with a small sigh, she moved to leave.
I wonder if I'll be able to actually face him today?