Sweet as Chocolate

Chapter 1

"It's a bad day today." I say quietly, sipping my tea and looking at the grey sky through the window. It is warm, but not boiling. My hands are freezing, so I enjoy the heat against my skin. I hear Margot turn in the leather chair to get a better look at me. Her silver spoon clinks against the porcelain cup, as she swirls it around in the pink tea. 

"How come?" she slurps the tea down. I turn around to face her. I put down the tea cup, and sit down in the window frame. Her house has the biggest window frames I've ever seen. She's the kind of person who prefers to read and look at the sky while doing so, so when she bought the house, she should also have big window frames.

"I don't know, I just feel it in my guts." I reply and watch her sit right again. She puts her tea cup down in the undercup, that just matches. They were made for each other. Even though they have different patterns, they just fit together right away.
"Bull...!" She spits, and I am honestly not shocked by her language. Even though she's old, she is feisty!

"Margot, language, dear." I tell her, eyeing her behavior. She bursts out a laugh, as if she read my mind. Yes, we are not fine old ladies, we are the exact opposite.

"Eline, we both know why it's a bad day." She says, looking serious again. "You are going away again. I know you are traveling back to the school of magic. It is time again." She's right. She's always right. I sigh, and sit down in the green fabric armchair next to her. "I'm going to miss you so bad." I say quietly. I know, when I go back to Hogwarts, I won't be seeing Margot until Christmas. And she's my best friend. Everyone here, in the muggle-world, believes that I am Margot's granddaughter. If they only knew that I am 386 years older than her, ha! I don't really have anyone close beside her and of course Leo. 

I've known Margot her whole life. I have been her and her brother's babysitter from when they were toddlers. I used to do magic for them when they were kids, and tell them stories about dragons and unicorns. And they would keep it secret. They used to want stories about the magic schools as bedtime stories, and of course I told them. Like I said, they are my family.

I remember one time, when I was telling a story about the polyjuice elixir, and Ben wanted me to do magic. "Just an itty bitty magic spell? Please, Ellie?" He shot his lower lip forward and did the whole puppy-eyes, so how could I say no? I nodded, and turned off the light, when they were both comfortable in their beds. "Lumos." I said in the dark, and my wand lit up, so I could see their amazed faces. They laid in awe, watching the wand. "And now you must sleep." I said, and walked to the door. "Nox." I said, to extinguish the light from the wand. "Goodnight." I whispered, and closed the door behind me.

And when they grew up to be teenagers, we held on to each other.
Then Ben died at a very young age. It was painful, for the both of us. Ben was her brother, and he for sure, was family to me too. He was a good young man, and we both miss him every day. We've been there for each other always, through it all.
That is the toughest part of being immortal. When I get friends, I also have to say goodbye again, while I live on. And lovers for that part, too. That's also why I don't want to leave Margot here, what if she's gone when I come home for Christmas?

"Even though I'm just a muggle, you must admit I could be psychic." Margot says chuckling, while trying to sip her tea. I smile a bit, but my heart sinks, at the thought of her being gone. "Oh, sweety, I am going to miss you too." She stands up and hugs me into her chest, just holding me close. I know, she knows what I'm thinking of. Maybe that woman is a psychic?

"When are you going to Hogwarts?" Margot asks, while stepping out of the hug. I feel a bit better now. I know, I can always count on her. "Tomorrow." I reply. She leaves the livingroom to get some more biscuits. Man! That woman eats all the time.

After drinking 4 pots of tea, and playing cards till 22 o'clock, Margot has passed out on the couch. This is definitely one of the upsides of being immortal. I don't feel the same exhaustion as the other older ladies. On my outsides I am a young adult, or a teenager, as the young people would call it today. My body is at the age of 17-18 years old, while my mind is another story. My age is 479 years. And before you even think about it, no! I did not run the earth back when the dinosaurs lived. I roll my eyes, and grin at the thought of it. It would have been quite cool though. But I must settle with riding dragons and hippogriffs. And honestly, I am very proud of that too.