Mischievous Secret | J. Potter | R. Black

C H A P T E R | T W E N T Y - O N E

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C A Z H V Y R E

IT WAS UNDENYINGLY INCREDIBLE, how merely being in close vicinity towards the person making you want to escape reality and reside in a dream-like landscape enables you to put your mind at ease in a matter of a few seconds, minutes, instances, or even coating you with gentle nudges that seem to be tunes in somebody's ears.

I witness him speak, how his lips twist depending on his mood, how his facial expression shifts which seem to amuse me to no end whereas lifting the corner of his mouth, grinning as if nothing around us is collapsing away, as if we don't have to fret about the war, the mounting pressure and expectation, and not caring about the fracture in our facades. We've arrived at a point of realism that I never imagined we'd get at. Despite my straying thoughts, I was able to pay attention to what he was saying. He spoke about their previous Christmas celebration and how he had been getting excited for this year's holiday season, particularly spending it with me.

As someone who is indeed a part of his life, he was really looking forward to spending Christmas with me.

 "Why are you starring at me like that?" he inquired, visibly embarrassed. I had to have been staring at him for quite some time. He wondered, "Is it a horrible thing to invite you to spend Christmas with us?" I can hear the cogs in his head turning about what would transpire if he upset me or whatever.

Actually, it's a problem since I'm certain I won't be allowed to visit someone's residence, certainly not within the purview of purebloods, as my uncle claims. James may be a pureblood, but I'm very sure my uncle would hate it if I got too close to him. If anybody snitched on me, I'm sure my uncle definitely knew regarding my friendship with the marauders and other people who aren't pureblood. Not only that, but I've never been into another person's home, which may develop into a disaster if I'm not cautious.

Like him, the wheels in my head immediately started calculating about what might occur if matters don't go as planned.

"Please accept my apologies if I offended you," I murmured, giving him a comforting smile.

He quickly corrected me, "No, it's not like that! I—well—What I mean is that you appear so lost yet pleased in the moment while looking at me, and it makes me feel so...queasy inside." On the basis of how he behaves with me, I can't help but find him endearing and adorable at the same time.

"I was admiring you," I responded, forcing him to hide his face behind his hands. "Stop taunting me, Cazh. Why do you do something like this to me all the time?" he remarked, trying not to smile too much while blushing at how direct I am with him.

Before reverting to my seriousness, I shake my head at his incomprehensible reaction. "I am not, and I am sorry for disappointing you, but I will be unable to visit you this Christmas; nevertheless, I will make every effort to owl you as much as possible." I noticed how the twinkle in his eyes faded for a period.

That saddened him a little, however he promptly made up for it with his attractive smile. He is always aware of when he needs to hide his feelings.

"It's fine! Maybe we can spend a bit of time together on another holiday or this summer!" he exclaimed, his face beaming. Despite the bad news that we won't be spending Christmas together, I like how his optimism had turned on a spark in my heart.

But I shivered internally as I realized how hard that'd be, despite my decision not to answer and shatter his soul. Maybe I could do something about it so that I can sneak away with him this summer. It's not like this is the first time I've disobeyed my uncle, but things might become a little rough this year. I can already imagine the retribution I'll face when I return home.