Hiraeth || Welsh
Deep longing for a place which can never be revisited.
He stands. . .as he watches her red hair flutter around in the air.
He sighs. . .as he realizes he is the only one who can see her.
He smiles. . .as he realizes he is the only...
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Chapter Fifteen: Stags and Weasels
"Nature is the best teacher."
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The setting sunlight streaked lightly through the dense canopy of the woods, illuminating the path ever so slightly. The sound of gushing water from the nearby stream was heard.
The stream was ever flowing just as the evergreen forest. The water, pure and colorless, was now reflecting off the sun's orange light to the world, showing just how much reflection of thoughts can help improve the person's charisma and behavior.She
Birds were eagerly returning to their nests, to their little ones and to relax for the rest of the day. The sound of an engine added to their happy chirps of homecoming, thereby causing several birds to fly away in fright.
A greenish blue car came to a halt below a huge tree. The sunlight showered its vermilion beams at it, making the car to change the greenish blue colour to that of a emerald one. The door opened and out stepped a lanky man with red hair. Worry, anxiety and guilt was etched across his face as he opened the door of the back seat. Words tumbled out of his mouth as he staggered and fell down to the ground, facing the car.
"G-Ginny?"
On the backseat of the car was his sister. His baby sister. She seemed to be unconscious. Without a second thought, Ron conjured water and sprinkled some droplets of the conjured aqua on her freckled face. Anxiety rose inside him by every passing second as it seemed like hours to him.
"Wake up, Ginny. Wake up, please. Please don't be dead. . . I don't know. . . Ruddy Merlin!" Ron exclaimed as he fell back to the ground as Ginny suddenly sat up in a bolt as if like a robot. She stretched then looked around. When she spotted him, her eyes widened.
"You! You are here?!" she shrieked. Ron put his hands up in surrender as his head involuntarily lowered in guilt and shame.
"I'm sorry, Ginny. I shouldn't have fought with you. I made you feel terrible didn't I? I am a terrible person. I made Harry feel terrible too. Truly I think it's because . . . of my damned jealousy. . ." Ron apologized, lowering his hands along with his head. His blue eyes were fixed on the ground.
"No, dear brother. It is my fault. I shouldn't have compelled you but now that I think about it, it was just like the silly fights which we usually do. Doesn't it?" she asked and stepped out of the car. Ron looked at her with guilty eyes. "Don't look at me like that. You know, I am sorry too," she climbed up the car and sat on its roof, her legs lolling around. "Siblings?"
Ron grinned. "Oh, send it to hell. Teddy bears?" Ginny laughed and extended her hand. Ron grabbed it and climbed up too. He sat beside her, watching the burrowing animals dig through the earth to make a new house. "Weasels."
