The Diary of Seraphina...

Entry Twelve...

Mrs Lovegood was the first to break the silence. "Why, hello dear. I see that you've met my grandson."

I nodded. "We met through certain circumstances but it's fine now. And you didn't mention anything about having a grandson," I stated.

It was Mr Lovegood who spoke next. "Ahh, but we didn't really see the need to mention it."

Hunter replied, "Grandpa! Now I see where I stand." He crossed his arms jokingly.

"But, seeing as the both of you get on so well, I should have reconsidered not telling you," said Mr Lovegood.

"Oh! I've been coming here for years and not once did you mention that you'll be retiring," I asked out of curiosity.

"We came to this decision quite recently actually. We have been tending to this lovely bookstore for years now and felt that we should travel to Paris like we used to back in those days," Mrs Lovegood replied.

"That I agree on," said Mr Lovegood.

I checked the time and saw that I have an hour more before I leave for home.

"Mr and Mrs Lovegood, do you mind telling me more about how the both of you met?"

Mrs Lovegood nodded. "I don't see why not, dear. Take a seat first if you will. I'll make tea for everyone."

And so, Mr Lovegood sat on the love seat opposite to where Hunter & I are sitting. We made small talk whilst waiting for our tea. Once tea was served, Mrs Lovegood sat beside her husband and began with her story,

"We met in the 1940s. You see, dear, we met through coincidence. Have you ever wondered why we chose to work in a bookstore?" I shook my head. "It was a rainy evening. Being the silly woman I was back then, I forgot to bring an umbrella. The rain came pouring down and I had to find a shelter soon or I would have collapsed there and then due to the cold. So, I walked for a while and spotted a store with its lights on, beckoning me. I made my way towards the store as quickly as I could. On closer inspection, it was a bookstore - Nimble's Bookstore. I rushed into the bookstore and stood at the entrance, looking like a dripping mess. I was literally forming a puddle around my feet!

And so, I took my coat off and relished in the warmth from the bookstore. I was awestruck by the various books that were displayed. I trailed my fingers upon rows of books, feeling its spines. I stopped when I felt something velvety. I took the book and inspected it. It was slightly worn out but I could see that the book was delicately taken care of by its previous owner. It was a plush wine red with an insignia of a crescent moon in the middle. There was no title though. Feeling intrigued, I sat at the chair by the fireplace. I turned the page and was shocked to find that it wasn't a book but a journal to be exact. And the fact that it was quite recently dated made me very curious.

It was a journal filled with the owner's thoughts and love for poetry. And guess who signed off? Why, it was Benjamin himself!"

"No way! Both of you met because of his journal?" I exclaimed excitedly.

Both Lovegoods laughed wholeheartedly. "And I kept coming back to the bookstore in hopes of finding the owner, who we now know as Benjamin. And with sheer luck, I saw him after several weeks. My, he was such a dashing young man back then. It was he who approached me first. I was sitting by the fireplace, reading the journal when I heard a man's voice."

Mr Lovegood then continued, "I had just finished my shift at work and wanted to update my journal. When I walked into the bookstore, I went to search for my journal only to find it missing. Who would've placed their journal at the bookstore of all places? Well, old Benjamin would. I almost went out of the store when my eyes laid upon the most beautiful lady that I've ever seen. The embers from the fireplace made her hair glow. It was a majestic sight. If my heart could stop at that moment, it would. What took my breath away was the fact that she was reading my journal whilst smiling and tucking her hair behind her ear.

My journal of all books! It was like fate brought us together or maybe it was just my journal. So, I prepared myself and made my way towards her. My exact words were, "Excuse me, miss." She turned and my oh my, her eyes. It was like they transported me to another world. I was so caught up with staring at her unconsciously that I realised that she was waiting for a reply. I cleared my throat and said, "Hello, I'm Benjamin. I see that you've found my journal."

Confusion flickered past her face, followed by surprise and recognition. And her reply was, "You mean you're Benjamin? As in Benjamin Benjamin?" Shock was evident from her face and was accompanied by admiration.

"The one and only."

At that, she smiled and I asked if I could sit with her and she replied with a "Why, please do."

"And we talked about many things, mostly poetry since we shared the same interest on that topic. From that day on, something clicked and that was how we ended up where we are today."

I sipped on my tea. I really enjoyed listening to the Lovegood's. Seems like Hunter did too as he had a thoughtful expression on his face.

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I went straight to the bathroom to freshen up after a long day of unloading boxes. It felt really good to scrub off the thin layer of dust that had managed to creep onto the surface of my skin. Gross, I know. And that clean feeling you get once you've removed all of the make up.

"Sera! It's time for dinner!" shouted mum from downstairs.

My stomach grumbled as if saying, "Get me some food, human!"

Dinner went by quickly as I managed to polish off a plate full of lasagne, which satisfied my hunger. With a stomach full of food, I went to the couch situated in the living room. The television was occupied by none other than Sam. He was currently watching Spongebob Squarepants.

I ruffled my little brother's hair. He hates it when I do that. But as a good older sister that I am, it is in my duty to annoy my little brother whenever possible. Or it's just an excuse to do so. *cues evil laughter*

The next two hours was spent watching Spongebob Squarepants. I'm not complaining though, it's a really entertaining television series. Nobody is too old for cartoons, right?

Sam was on the verge of collapsing on the floor; a sure sign that he is exhausted. "Sammy, let's get you to bed."

He rubbed his eyes sleepily and mumbled an incoherent response. I made sure that he made his way to bed without falling down the stairs. He practically plopped on the bed headfirst. And, he's out. Typical little brothers. I shook my head.

I tucked his blanket and kissed him goodnight. See, I'm not that evil of a sister.

My fluffy bed was beckoning me as my feet was pulled to it's charm; almost like a lullaby. But I had to update my diary. I tend to forget things easily and I would rather write it all down for fear of not remembering it. In a way, it's like collecting memories, in words.

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Woah. Who knew that the Lovegoods had a grandson. I thought I knew them but boy was I wrong.

That almost-kiss was a little bit unnerving to say the least. We only just met and things escalated way too quickly. We were probably too caught up in the moment. If there was a moment at all. I'm not sure if I should bring up the matter to him and vice versa. Wouldn't that be awkward?

Moving on, I finally had a glimpse of the Lovegoods love story. It was like something straight out from a movie. Mr Lovegood's journal was what brought them together. Fate or just pure coincidence?

Again, what would it feel like to be loved so strongly? Can one have the capacity to give and receive? Oh, the thoughts that plagues me.

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I just remembered that I haven't told Amaryllis about that almost-kiss. She would be so mad that I didn't tell her straight away. But I'm sleepy and there is always tomorrow.

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A/N: Hello readers! An update after so long.

Things are starting to get a little bit intense for Sera. What with her newfound friendship with Ryder and Hunter.

So, are you Team Ryph or Team Hina? *wink*