Chapter 4
“Why do you despise him so much?” Remus asked, leaning back in his chair, propping his feet up on the coffee table in front of him, his ankles crossed.
“How do you not?” Kyrvin replied, stretching her arms above her head and leaning back over the back of her chair, staring at the ceiling, “He’s a bloody prick.”
Remus grimaced, “Do you have to talk about him like that? He is my friend, you know.”
“Yes, I know he’s your friend, and I think you’re a fool for putting up with him. Let’s be honest, he’s the only real bully in your group. He’s the bully, Sirius is the support, Peter is the coward that follows along, and you’re the loyal one who’s willing to do anything for your friends. Do I have the dynamics correct?”
"Well- oh, come on. That's not fair. James is the epitome of Gryffindor. So is Sirius! They're my friends!"
"You say to a Slytherin. Honestly, I am bewildered by the amount of arrogance James has. You realize the only reason I put up with him is for you, right? For you and Sirius. However, the second he calls Severus 'Snivellus' I'll be throwing hands. I don't care if he's your best friend, that doesn't give him the right to hurt someone who, in all honesty, has a lot more positive traits than him. We both know that the only real reason he bullies Severus is because he sees Severus as weak."
"Well, that's because he is! He's always moping around, and you have to admit the look on his face is priceless."
"He's more adept at potions than you could ever dream of being. He’s not weak…"
Remus looked hurt, "I can't tell if you're my girlfriend or his."
Kyrvin sat up straight, placing both of her feet firmly on the floor. She didn't want Remus to be upset. She didn't want him to feel like she wasn't loyal. She was loyal to a fault, and would never do something to hurt him unless she felt he deserved it, and it took a lot to get to that point. The only way she would ever do something that would cause him pain is if he cheated on her, hit her, or other such despicable acts. She only wanted the best for him. She would do anything to make him happy.
"Remus, you know I'm yours. Severus is my friend, yes, but he's just that. A friend, in the same sense that you and James are friends."
"I trust you, Omen, but just know," He got up and stood behind Kyrvin’s chair, burying his face in her hair, “You mean everything to me.”
She loved Remus but as more of a brother. She just wanted him to be happy. She would sacrifice everything if it meant one of her friends was happy. She would give her blood, her organs, her mind, all so someone else could be happy. She was just a tool, something to be used for happiness. She didn’t matter. Her happiness didn’t matter. Her body didn’t matter.
Or at least that’s what she told herself.