Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
June, 1978.
He finds her.
He finds her all alone in Greenhouse Three, exactly where he knew she'd be.
Here, where her beautiful blonde hair catches in the bright morning sunlight pouring in through the thick opaque ceiling windows.
His heart was already wildly racing as he approached the lonely row of greenhouses, trademark serpentine dragon statues dotting the peaked roofs.
And now -
... Now that he's actually here alone with her, he can practically feel his heart in his throat.
Shutting the door to the greenhouse carefully behind him, he takes a moment to pause there and study her.
To admire her, really.
Her;
She who certainly sensed his arrival.
She saw it;
Saw it the way she sees things.
Though for the moment, she remains seated cross legged on the greenhouse floor; bare footed, eyes closed, her face the portrait of serenity.
He takes an extra second to smile at her bare feet;
... She's never, ever kept very good track of her shoes.
We've even found them hanging from the rafters!
Feeling the muggy heat of the greenhouse envelop him, he finally plucks up his courage. And with his hands in his pockets he walks slowly past the long rows of fragrant Mallowsweet and Silverweed before finally reaching her.
Her eyes still closed, she smiles softly as she whispers a gentle greeting to him, "... Been a minute, old friend."
The 'old friend' part eats at him. Because he wants more; has always wanted more than just friendship.
... Too shy.
Story of my life - always too bloody shy.
They were once inseparable. They grew up together; have known each other from the cradle. But as the years passed, as his feelings of affection and friendship developed into something else completely, he let his shyness overtake him.
And, of course, we were sorted into different houses.
Then she met someone else.
... I could have been the one;
It could have been me.
Clearing his throat, he forces down his bitterness and regret as he rubs at his arm shyly, "... Too long, really."
What else is there to say?
It's the truth.
Houses at Hogwarts are extremely exclusive. And just as Slytherins don't often seek friendship beyond the dungeon commons, the same can be said of Ravenclaws in their high tower. And so, now that they're in their final year they hardly see one another. But throughout it all he's never once stopped thinking about her.
Looking around nervously, he sighs and drops down to the floor just before her. And when her eyes finally flutter open and her gaze meets his, he's a lost cause.
Yes;
A complete goner, just as I knew I'd be.
Scooting forward, her knees brush against his as they take a long moment to study one another, he, lost in her; she, lost in her thoughts.
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Coiled (Book 1 of 2)
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