fia solkolov - tidbits

And then there was that day, that day when Fia had showed up on Remus and Sirius’ doorstep, her white dress and extended hands stained with blood, her hair undone in a way Remus had not seen it since that night in fourth year, eyes having that glazed over look where you knew she was not really there. She let herself, with choice or without, be dragged inside the tiny flat and sat on the sofa. They spoke to her, but even Sirius could tell their words meant nothing to her. She mumbled a little something in a language unknown to both of them, and sobbed.