The Fire of the Stars

Remus is waiting for me to speak, I think as he edges hesitantly into the room. He's going to be waiting a long time. The fire's hot on my back, her hand is moving in a circle on my shoulder and my mind is quiet apart from her name. She tastes like peppermint and alcohol, sharp and tangy and sweet. I'm burning, imploding, exploding, whole body laid out for the fire of the stars. OC