Lysithea Black. The girl with Chocolate-brown eyes fell for the blue ones.
Harry Potter. The boy with freckles fell for the ones with moles.
Lysithea Black. The girl with sunkissed face fell for the moonlit ones.
Harry Potter. The boy with tall hei...
Lysithea woke up the next day in the noon time to see the dog gone already. She just hoped her parents didn't see it wandering inside their house. It seemed like she was safe since she wasn't woken up to screaming.
The next week passed in a bore for Lysithea as she did nothing but ate tubs of Ice-Creams and watched some American television shows. Occassionaly a few letters did arrive throughout the week by Hedwig in that time period, which was very unusual since Harry always complained about the Dursley's not letting him use the owl much.
"Poor Hedwig," said Lysithea in the second year when Harry told her that, which earned a smack in her head and a glare from Harry since he was quite literally trauma dumping. But this only made both of them smile until they burst out laughing.
Lysithea was neither like one of those people who'd not listen nor was she one to listen through it all. She did both at the same time. She'd listen and not, all the while dropping random jokes until the other feels the weight of pent-up emotions off their chest 𝘢𝘯𝘥 brightens up their mood. Which was why Harry was the closest to her.
He could quite literally say anything to her and she'd listen and make him feel better. Lysithea felt the same. He'd always comfort her by hugging or holding her hands gently until she felt okay. But they were kids back then. Their problems seemed small to them no matter how big they were. They were both unsure of what this year would bring them so they just randomly exchanged letters here and there.
