endlessly; lorenzo berkshire

𝙃𝙊𝙂𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙎 𝙀𝙓𝙋𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙎

ELOISE MICHAELS

As I step into Platform 9 3/4, I can still feel the adrenaline I felt the first time I ran through the wall 5 years ago. 11 year old Eloise clung tightly to her Mother and Father's arms but as I've grown, they've fallen further behind me, cheering me on.

I smile as I sink into nostalgia but this year feels different, I can sense the change coming. From a young age, I've been able to sense when big change is coming. This may appear in different forms, positive or negative. I've never really given any time to practice this so called "magic" or understand its meaning. Like any sense of reality, I choose to ignore it.

It comes and goes, sometimes it can appear as a small thought, like a voice in the back of your head when you're anxious but then there are moments I couldn't explain if I tried. 

Almost 2 years ago, the final round of the Triwizard Cup, everyone was smiling and cheering with excitement. Moments before Harry appeared with the corspe of Cedric Diggory, I knew something was wrong. I've only ever told me one person this. It's a feeling almost inexplainable but in the end, I am always right. 

"Are you ok Eloise?" My mother says, breaking my trance. "Not zoning out already before you've even returned to school?"

"Oh, I'm fine. Just thinking," I replied, managing to make a smile that would satisfy her so she wouldn't be concerned.

"Here sweetheart, give me your trolley and I'll take your luggage to get put on the train," My father offered, walking away to the Hogwarts Express.

"The Michaels," A voice called from behind us.

I turn to see Draco and Narcissa standing together.

 "Eloise. Merlin, you get more beautiful each day. Just stop growing up already!" Narcissa smiled, hugging my Mother and I. 

I hug Draco relieved to be with one of my best friends again.

"Long time no see, stranger," I joked. 

 "I've been missing you Ellie," He muttered

"I've missed you too Malfoy," I say, pulling away to smile. Sweet moments with Draco were rare to catch so I cherished them when I could. 

He seemed different. We didn't get to see much of him this summer.

 He was distant, specifically towards the end and suddenly stopped writing. I chose to leave it instead of bugging him to talk to me because we all know what Draco can get like. When he's going through something, he usually becomes destructive. Saying the things he knows will hurt you the most. 

Talking about his troubles wasn't exactly his strongest point  but I can't help but still love the prick at the end of the day- no matter how much he may test our friendship at times, he's a good person and friend underneath all his troubles.

My father walks back over to us wrapping his arm around my Mother's waist and placing a kiss on her cheek. "Hello Malfoy's. Nice to see you all again," He grinned.

I envied the love my parents have. 

They have been together since their 6th year at Hogwarts but are still so in love. They still look at each other the same way they did in the old photos I found of them. My father basically worships the ground my mother walks upon and she will find any opportunity to brag about him, making sure every other woman know how truly lucky she is.

In their eyes, they both won in life just having each other and furthermore, having me.

They make me believe that there's really someone out there for everyone. I wish for a connection like that, to have my person.