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when you consider things like stars,
our affairs don't seem to matter very much,
do they?
- virginia woolf
⇸ |05| starry night
The stars twinkled overhead as Narcissa allowed her legs to hang out of the window of the astronomy tower. A cold breeze leaving a trail of goosebumps to crawl up her flesh as she allowed her eyes to flutter closed. There was something rather beautiful she found in that moment, in the night sky and all its stars winking at her as she sat in a comfortable silence. For a girl who once couldn't stand to be alone or without a familiar face, Narcissa was slowly beginning to embrace the feeling. It seemed the only moments she ever found any peace was in silence nowadays.
Unbeknownst to the young Slytherin girl, Cathal Donovan stood in the doorway of the astronomy tower, his shoulder leant casually against the frame. He watched as the girl closed her eyes peacefully, the moonlight washing over her and painting her in almost an ethereal light. Cathal could feel his heart pick up quickly in pace as he gazed at this girl he hardly knew anything about. There was something so enchanting, so mesmerizing about her that he felt as if he hadn't been able to clear her from his mind in weeks. It certainly hadn't been from a lack of trying either, but no matter what he did, his eyes always seemed to seek her out in a crowd. No matter how arrogant she acted, there was something about her. Whether it was a simple smile on her lips as someone told a joke or an annoyed roll of her eyes whenever something irritated her, he constantly wanted more.
"Hey," he spoke quietly, a small smile on his face as he walked further into the tower, "wasn't sure if you'd come."
Narcissa turned her blue gaze quickly finding him in the dim lighting. "Well, I suppose curiosity got the best of me," she shrugged her shoulders, hesitantly adding, "besides, I never got to thank you for taking me to Madam Promfrey that day."
Sitting next to her on the ledge, Cathal allowed his feet to hang over swinging softly in the empty air, "You don't need to thank me for that."
The two seemingly at a loss of what to say for a few minutes, looked over the dark Hogwarts grounds. It wasn't long before Narcissa turned to him, her curiosity, once again, getting the best of her, "Why did you ask me to come out here?"
"Why did you come?" He replied simply, knowing that was enough answer in itself. Narcissa huffed, her cheeks growing slightly red, but she refused to believe it was for any reason other than the cold air that circulated around the two.
She knew why she had come. She was completely and utterly curious about this muggleborn boy that sat next to her. She couldn't tell what it was, nor why it was happening, but it was as if there was this invisible magic string that tied her to him. No matter how much she tried to deny it, the curiosity was an ever constant thing.
