Blinded Devotion || Theseus Scamander

Thirteen

Dear Amal,

How are you? It's been two months since the last day of our sixth year and to wonder how the first of September will be our last.
Forgive me for the late hour but I couldn't stop thinking, and you being my best friend, well, it feels as if I could say anything to you and you'd understand me without having to explain further any reasoning.
How is Clementine? Is she adapting to your vast garden as you promised her?

Yours truly,
Theseus.

She caught herself smiling at the letter in her hands as soon as she woke up in the morning, she glanced at Clementine who was in her room at the moment.
She forced herself to relax her cheek muscules as she laid back down, her head plopping on her pillow as she held the letter to her chest.
She then walked to her desk and grabbed a piece of parchment, envelope and the quill she bought during her sixth year.
Her dark brown hair fell over her face, she quickly tucked it behind her ears as Clementine stood over the piece of parchment and turned around to glance at Theseus' letter, she looked up and smiled.
"Oh, hush" Amal said and was about to write but she did not know what she wanted to say, she wanted to say so many things, but she couldn't.
She sighed and began writing.

Dear Theseus,

I am well and so is Clementine, she adapted pretty well, even thought she prefers staying with me in my room; how have you been doing? Do not worry for the late hour, if anything forgive me for the early hour.
I too, have been thing about our next year, it is out of one's mind to think about such a thing, how time flew by and we just observed, and muttering 'we have a few years left' until we will say 'we have a month left'. I believe that we will leave Hogwarts with many goals in life, a phase of our lives has ended but, another one has begun, even though leaving a phase that has shaped you will shed bittersweet thoughts inside of your mind, it might even give you the feeling of grief, like you lost something. But you didn't, you just left it behind.
I'm not usually one to talk like this but I do think like this many times, Theseus.
How would you like it if we met one of these days?

Yours,

Amal.

She folded her letter without reading it once again and gave it to the family owl, Janet.
She looked around her room before she stood up and changed into different clothes.
But then, Amal heard some clicking sounds coming from her window as soon as she held the door handle. She slowly turned around and saw small pebbles being thrown at her window.
She narrowed her eyes before she reached the widow and held her head low, covering it with one arm as as slid open the door.
As soon as she popped her head outside one pebble hit her arm and it stopped.
"Lana?" she said and she stared down at her, Lana looked nervous but also, happy?
"Why didn't you ring the bell? It's there for that purpose," Amal said and Lana shrugged and disappeared under the house and that is when Amal heard the bell ring.
Amal did not bother walking downstairs knowing Raya was down and that Lana would just come up on her own.
The door soon opened and Lana walked inside her room and plopped on her bed.
"Did something happen?"
"Why?"
"You look nervous and happy at the same time, what happened?" Amal asked, sitting down on her bed.
"Jason in meeting my parents for the first time tomorrow" she said with a wide smile.
"That's good, really good. He's respectful and all, he won't have any issues" Amal reassured her friend.
"But what if they don't like him?" she asked.
"Well in that case, you elope and run away" Amal said causally receiving a pillow to her face, Amal said she had fixed her bed before and placed it back where it was before leaning on the bed frame.
"Any news from you?" asked Lana and Amal shook her head slowly and asked "About?"
"Anything? Anyone?" she asked and Amal shook her head once again, she did not know why she did not tell Lana about Theseus, but she figured that if she were to tell it to someone else, it would make it feel more real and it scared her.

"No".

"Well, you can't be alone your whole life, and you said it yourself, you want love in your life, romantic love. How about next year I introduce you to some of Jason's friends? They're respectful and kind and nice and not bad looking. Imagine, one date can lead you to a lifetime of pure love " Lana suggested and glanced at her friend and if Amal were to say no, Lana would suspect something, if she didn't already.
So, against her own will, Amal nodded and leaned on her friend's shoulder.
"It can't be that bad, right?"
"Of course not! It's never too late to have a first date!" Lana exclaimed, excited for her friend to experience new days.

But then, there was a faint knock on her door, Amal stood and walked to open it revealing, Zyra with a letter in her hand, Amal smiled and kissed her forehead before taking it "You should've just called me, thank you, Zizi" Amal thanked her sister and Zyra ran away with a smile downstairs, and Amal understood why when she smelled the smell of cake.
She shut the door behind her and walked over to Lana with the letter in her hand.
"Who's it from?"
Amal said it was from Theseus but she wants sure, so she sat back down besides Lana and opened it.

Dear Amal,

I have been doing well too, I'm glad Clementine is doing well, I still think about how strange you took my suggestion for her name seriously, I've always liked the name.
I do not know where the you who expresses herself so freely and elegantly is hidden but you should let that girl out more often, your words have hidden meanings to them and sometimes they are more than words written on a piece of parchment, it's beautiful.
I would love to see you, whenever you can and wherever you want, Am.

Yours truly,

Theseus.

Apparently Amal wasn't the only one reading the letter as she heard Lana take a deep breath, Amal looked at Lana and she seemed perplexed, Amal chuckled and asked her what was wrong.
"This is Theseus?"
"Yes, it's written here" Amal said and pointed at his name cluelessly.
Lana reached for the letter and looked at it.
"Oh," Lana said silently and handed the letter back and nodding her head. She moved to change her position and now she was facing Amal, who smiled kindly.
"I don't know why you seem so, bewildered, Lala" Amal stated honestly.
"There's nothing happening between the two of you?"
"No".
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, yes. I'm sure."

But when Lana left, Amal replied back to the letter.

Dear Theseus,

Thank you, Theseus.
Tomorrow at Diagon Alley at four in the afternoon?

Yours,

Amal

She got her reply not later than two hours.

Dear Amal,

Tomorrow's fine for me.
See you then.

Yours truly,

Theseus.

And that night she had spent it sending letters to Lana, as both stood in their balconies exchanging suggestions and ideas.
Lana had asked Amal what she had to wear tomorrow and Amal replied.
And when they would laugh harder and harder, they pressed their palms over their mouths or else they would wake up those around them.
There was a house that separated theirs, but sending letters to one another was the easiest way to talk to one another if they couldn't leave the house.
The moon was covered by clouds that night, Amal and Lana lit candles and placed them on the tables as both stood and read the letters.
Lana even went isndue her room and showed Amal the 'options' for tomorrow.

Amal grabbed the piece of parchment and folded it to the part where she hadn't written on.

You could wear the red shirt you bought when we went to Hogsmeade, and with black trousers and the black ballet flats. I know it's summer but it's not even hot here in London, so it's really no problem.

Amal handed the letter to Janet and it flew to the other balcony, Lana read it and smiled nodding her head and rushed inside.
She grabbed her clothes at brought them outside and showed them to Amal how nodded her head with each item she was shown.

What happened? Did you write him back?

Lana asked in the letter, Amal looked up and nodded but Lana motioned her to write it down.

Yes, I did. We're meeting tomorrow afternoon, you know, to catch up. Nothing more, nothing less. I'll talk to you tomorrow morning, Lala. Night, night.

Lana blew Amal a kiss and both walked inside.