Futurum Amare, Future love

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ATTEMPT
Harry POV

Important text
Talking
Direct Memory

I sit on the couch holding a mug and a book. I managed to get home tonight. Take a shower and sleep in my own bed. But at the moment I sit on my couch criss crossed legs, mug in one hand half balancing on my knee as the other holds my book. My glasses perched slightly lower than normal as my hair gently flops over the edges.  It's the end of the weekend which puts me at just one nights rest before booking it back to school Monday.  I flip the page to my book and quickly grasp my mug as it tips from the loss of my hand holding it.

I came to the end of the chapter of my book. Reading the last lines slowly as I push in a small slim paper bookmark and closing the book. I squeeze the handle of my still full mug. Only having drank a quarter of the tea inside it. Which honestly I don't see why I made when I was going to be in bed so soon after. I stand feeling my legs ache slightly from being so stuck on my butt for a couple hours. I place my book onto the short dark wood and glass table that settles I front of my fireplace. The couches cushions falling into place where I once sat. I left my mug by the sink, not bothering to empty it.

Shuffling my feet forward to reach my room at the end of the wide short hall. A guest bedroom closets to the open end as a bathroom sits center hall opposite of the room. My room sat at the end of the hall. With a dark wood door perched happily in the bright white hall. In fact all the accented colors of my home, or apartment, we're dark wood or red. I reach into my room and stand next to my bed as I remove my rob and hang it onto the inside of my closet door. My bare chest reveled as I tighten the jaw strings of my low hanging sweats.

Gently and swiftly I pulled myself into bed delicacy pulling the thin comforter over my legs and abdomen. I stared into the ceiling a moment before curling over onto my side and listening to the water of my fish tank. Slowly my eyelids get heavier and heavier till reaching and closing over my eyes fully and I drift to sleep with ease.

~~~~<School>~~~~

As I walked down the halls someones loud footsteps ran behind me till Adencade popped himself up next to me.  With a slight jump at his sudden movement I smiled to him.

         "Hi!  What's up Adencade."  I say happily.

        "Your in a good mood."  He says.  I nod in response.  "I think it'll get better."

          Adencade hands me a small box that has brown rapping on it with small thin white strings representing as a bow and holding it together.  The box has written in fancy handwriting my name, only my first though.  I flip around the box looking at it delicately.  With a slight smile, though my mind was completely confused.  It's not a special event.  Nor is it my birthday.  Why a gift.  The bell rang for breakfast and Adencade perched up immediately.

        "It was on my desk with your name!  Open it later yeah?  We have breakfast."

         I nod saying, "yeah thanks." 

I use the box as a gesture raising it up in one hand and following the eager man.  Reminds me so much of Ron when he wants food.  I continue down the hall holding the box delicately in my hand.  Once reaching the dining hall I walk pass students giving smiles to those who look to me or wave.  One boys face fell straight into his plate from being so tired this early in the morning.  I move around the table and find my seat.  Sitting neatly I look down the table seeing Malfoy picking at a small plate of food.  He scooped a bit of eggs onto his fork and pops it into his mouth.  I be lean back into my chair, Adencade already in his own.  I push the box up to the edge of the table in between us.  Adencade grabs his cup knocking it slightly.  I move the box to my other side easily.