❝ i'm chaos walking . . . ❞
❝ then i'll walk with you.❞
「 Liliana Granger knew chaos like the back of her hand.
It confronted her, challenging her to find calm wherever she could.
But some days...
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❝ What an honor it is to meet you, miss! ❞
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Summer meant mornings beneath the sun for Liliana. For about an hour or so she would go on a walk around her neighborhood, passing underneath the trees and enjoying the refreshing breeze.
She needed these moments of peace, because ever since the school year ended, she had trouble finding calm. No one knew, but at the start of break, almost every night she would wake up in a cold sweat, her mind racing and head pounding as visions of You-Know-Who (or what was left of him) came to mind.
Writing in her notebook helped most times. She kept it on her nightstand in case she felt too consumed by her dreams. As the pages filled up, her mind calmed just enough to let her drift back off to sleep. But on the nights it didn't, fear consumed her.
It scared Liliana not understanding why she had read You-Know-Who's mind, and why her eyes had glowed, and why out of everyone in the wizarding world — besides Harry — he wanted her dead. Dumbledore had sort-of explained it, but his words were too intricate for her frayed mind.
With a big sigh, she took her usual spot beneath the grand oak tree on the corner of Hampstead and Heathgate.
Deep breath in... deep breath out.
She did this about three times, or until the world went quiet. Stroking the grass between her fingertips usually helped, but today a sole dandelion had found its way there instead. A small smile touched her lips as she thought of the dandelion Harry gifted her — it was on her nightstand, resting atop her notebook — but it quickly vanished, and she put the dandelion back down with a crease in her brows.
Harry hadn't been in touch all summer, and not only with her and Hermione, but Ron too. It made them all wonder whether they'd upset him, but what could they have done? Liliana desperately wanted to hear back from him to make sure he was OK — after all, he could've been having nightmares just like her.
Liliana hugged her knees to her chest and stared absently at the small meadow across the street. There were so many theories running amok in her mind, so many memories and visions that swirled into madness, and the grand oak tree she sat beneath proved one of the only cures — it was a beauty emitting bliss and ignorance.
With a sigh, she brought herself back to the real world. Across from her, an odd, tennis-like green, shone in the meadow of sunflowers and daisies. The sight caught her eye. Curious, she stood up and walked towards it.
As she entered the meadow, she ran her hands across the tall blades of grass. They felt smooth against her skin. A bit warm from the sun, too. When she reached the center, nothing but flowers blew in the wind. The tennis-like glare was gone. She looked around, just to be sure, but nothing. She left then, deciding that the London heat was messing with her head.
