When your skies are grey, and your world is shaking. To the moon and back, love you more than that.
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𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 love consumes them... and distance devours them.
The autumn on 1993 began the fateful wandering of a boy and a girl. But...
The cuckoo's call awoke me, inanely I lay as my eyes and the ceiling lined one another. The sun had just risen, by it's light I saw the forest before me as I still lay on my low, capacious bed. My feet begrudgingly wriggled out of the weak confines of my sumptuous blanket. I felt lonely, even the old fashioned, four post-bed where I lay couldn't suffice my tumbling mind.
A few tumultuous procrastinating thoughts later, I decided to rise from my bed. Steadily securing my feet on the ground, I settled my neat, white sheets and tidied the bed. Peering the loose curtains open by it's tails. A sigh of relief set in, faint chirping of birds and soft clouds gliding across the pale blue sky. Glint of sunlight lightly sat on my face, green grass encompassing the vast valleys encircling our manor. Dewdrops sat atop leaves of vibrant green grass. The glimmer of the emerging sun rays scattered hues of Tuscany, yellow and mellowed shades across the sky. I smiled gently.
"M - mistress Astoria," a knock was heard from beyond the golden hinge of the the dusty and worn door.
"You can enter." I stated, positioning my gaze towards the old oaken door as it's sleek handle whirled. A meek and delicate appearing elf set foot inside.
"Mistress Eldora asked for you, something about Diagon Alley." My recollection made me recall that today we were meant to purchase school objects, but notably, my wand.
"Mistress?" Geeney reminded me, separating me from my trance-like state.
"Oh um - I'll be down in a moment." I swiftly informed. The elfin creature politely grinned, departing from my acquaintance as swiftly as she'd entered. I felt pity at times for the petite being, a genial elf, with no one to call her own. Mum dismissed these notions entirely, she believed elves were meant for a lifetime of service, to accommodate wizards without being remunerated for their deeds. Father was nor exceeding in thoughts, rather, he was severer, undaunted to resort to expertise, no noble wizard would ratify. I absconded myself from these thoughts, knowing they wouldn't take avidly to such capricious behavior.
I followed after Geeney moments later, rambling downstairs as my hand stably gripped the narrow handrail of the rickety, wooden staircase, attempting not to skid on the uncarpeted tread of the stairs. Mum and father were visibly sat in the long, rectangular living room. The rusty grandfather clock stationed at a corner, ostentatiously ticked, momentarily pausing and resuming insistently. The two sat on the well-worn cushioned sofa, it's daunting sage spread was now a deep seaweed. Fashioned in an old-timey way, the expanse was carpeted in an ardent pewter shade. Damp lamps in a matching, deeper hue was posted at edges of the sofas, they glaringly lighted and my father's novel was illumed. Shadows feel at corners, shrouding certain insignificant ornaments. Upon entering, my mum's gaze averted, to unerringly examine myself.
