Afire Love

fifteen

Chapter fifteen: He Called Me America; Not Lady

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"Cause I understand you, we see eye-to-eye,

Like a double rainbow in the sky,

And wherever you go, so will I,

Cause a double rainbow is hard to find."

~Double Rainbow, Katy Perry.

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"BUTTONS!" ABIN EXCLAIMS, walking toward me and shaking me back and forth vigorously. "I missed you so much where the hell were you did you just leave us and run away what actually happened how could you not tell me!"

His phrases apparently do not consist of any punctuations and he keeps questioning me, waiting unsuccessfully - and impatiently - for my answer, but my mouth refuses to utter so much as a monosyllabic word as I look at him, completely surprised with my jaw breaking open.

He, however, decides to continue. "I swear to God Buttons, everyone was so freaking tensed. We all slept and the next day, you were gone. We were literally subjected to hysterics, and it was all so fucking insane and I was totally out of my mind. So was your dad. We tried searching for you and Edward absolutely everywhere-" he stresses the word like it makes an impact on me (maybe it does) "- and we lost all our hopes. Your dad was so devastated, he fucking refused to eat anything. Like anything at all.

"And finally when we did find these people camping out here, I came running with just a tad bit of hope that I was clinging onto, and these people didn't fucking let me in. They asked me where I was from and I told them that I was from Hogwarts and furiously commanded them to let me in, and you do you know what their reply was? They literally said "What on earth is Hogwarts?"! Can you fucking believe they questioned the existence of Hogwarts? Oh God, I hate these Muggles so much you have no idea. I was a fucking Gryffindor and I pushed my way through them to finally find you!"

Abin sighs, finishing his speech. I don't talk. I just stare at him for what feels like eternity.

Why, oh why, did these people have to find us? I never thought of an explanation to give to my dad when I met him, although I'm certain the least I owe to him is an explanation. But now that I'll be meeting him in just a while, my mind decides to go completely blank.

My uncle used to keep telling me that although this world might seem really big, it's actually smaller beyond your imagination. He used to tell me stories late at night about his adventures, about how things he never imagined would happen always found a way to happen and then how he'd wonder for days and nights, thinking of them.

He used to ask me who I valued more - him or aunt. I'd refused to answer for a long time, I'd refused to choose between the either of them. One day, though, I couldn't bear his annoying question anymore, and I told him that I valued aunt more than I valued him.