Chapter 12: Renee

 I woke up slowly, coming back to the world of the living, when before I even opened my eyes, I knew I had, had a night full of nightmares again. When I did open them, the covers were on the floor in a tangled mess, my night gown was twisted and above my hip, my hair was probably a rat’s nest and poor Hedwig was face down on the floor.

“Sorry buddy.” It was probably a combination of seeing Alex, meeting Jace and the feeling of being followed and watched. Good news no one tried to break in so I must have been being paranoid.

I rubbed my eye only to realize they not only have sand in them but that I never removed my contacts. “Ow, ow, ow!” I quickly jump out of bed and run to the bathroom. I only put them in because its easier to cook bulk food with out having to push my glasses up or have them fog up. Bad thing though was my eye got incredibly dry and irritated when I wear them especially for long periods. Being a wolf are body doesn’t seem to like having something in us for long periods. How some got away with piercing I will never know. Then again, I will also never know why I am the only wolf who has glasses. I mean its totally find with Jasmine has control. But when it comes to me? Nope I am blind. Its weird I know but then again nothing else about me is normal.

I pull my case with only one eye open since when I rubbed the other one, I think I ripped open my cornea. I also pull down my eye drops from the medicine cabinet then carefully pull my eye open. It burns like hell but also has the feeling of small glass particles being pulled through it.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” I scream! I haven’t fallen asleep, or hell even wore them longer that six hours since I got them. I get it out and my eye starts to water to as if the contact itself prevented it from the whole time. I get the drops dropping five drops slowly into my eye, trying not to blink after each drop. Finally, I feel their soothing power take effect.

“Fuck I feel like The Half-blood Prince made this shit.” Once that eye is good, I switch to the other. It doesn’t hurt nearly as much since I didn’t rub it, but I still put the drops in it. Then I grab my glasses. And put them one, and before you ask yes, they are in fact very Potter like. Only they are thin wire circles rather than the thick plastic Harry were. My fall more than him and I don’t have a wand or magic spell to fix them. So, wire was needed.

The second I step out of the bathroom I feel it again, the chill that goes down my neck tells me someone is watching me. I look around my home, I don’t see anyone. I try to keep it casual as I head to my kitchen, but you see casual isn’t really my thing so of course I trip over air falling. At least I am close enough to the counter to catch myself before landing on the floor. I fix myself and give up subtlety and quick my windows. But I don’t see anything and no longer have the feeling.  

“Hedwig, I think I am losing it.” I look to the bed for him, only to realize I left him in the floor. “OMG I am so sorry!” I rush to pick him up hugging and giving me a kiss before putting him on the bed. “There you go. Now I am going to shower get snuggly and we will get some cereal and put on Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone. And before you ask, we can’t skip any movies. Because if I when I get rejected again if I die, I will not go out without having seen them all at least once!” I say as I go through my drawers till, I find my Gryffindor rob onesies and head to the shower.  Soon as I start to wash, I realize I forgot to put on music. I huff but keep washing myself. It’s important that even if I am at home for the day that I use scent blockers, I can’t risk being scented as an unmarked Omega. Well, half omega. The point is that even if its only half it has no effect on how I smell and everything else that goes with being one, minus I am maybe not as sensitive as a full one. Like you can yell at me, and I am totally fine, most of the time anyway.

When I get out, I slide on my panties and say fuck the bra and pull on my onesie and zip it up. Then brush and put my red hair into two French braids. Even braided it comes down to my tits.

“Maybe I should cut it?” I shrug putting my glasses back on, pulling my hood oh as I set up the DVD and then making a bowl of cereal. I grab Hedwig and sit on the sofa pulling all the blankets and pillows around me making a mini nest. Then I hit play.

Its about the time I am crying over the fact that Lilly’s love for Harry is burning up Professor Quirrell/ Voldemort that I hear a knock at the door. I jump. And squeal, then hide behind one of my pillows.  Maybe if I ignore them, they will go away. But what if it’s the landlord? Ugh guess I have to answer it. I mean rent is due. So, I am probably being paranoid again. I start to get up and realize how tangled I really am.

“Umm one second!” I call out and start to untangle myself. “I’ll be right there!”

I try to stand again and stumble, but I get out without fall, so ten points to Gryffindor! I get to the door and start unlocking it. Then I open it with a bright smile.

“Good mornin-“I stop short. Jace is standing there looking down at me. From toe to head… While I am wearing a onesie.