Dear Bright Eyes| Colin Creevey

fifteen| sun

"We're going to Hogsmeade today. Would you like to go with me?" The girl watched Colin talk. There was still some milk on his upper lip and on his lower lip-- dried up blood from a cut. There's also a dark purple bruise in the corner of his mouth. Who did this to him? What reason do they have? But try as she might to focus away from the smell of blood by wondering what happened to him she can't. Something draws her right back and it's too early in a Saturday morning to think.

She can still smell sleep on his skin with hints of sunshine undefeated by the traces of the metallic scent of blood. It made her wonder about the Gryffindor common room. What does it smell like?

What does his bed smell like?

The girl closed her eyes. She's stronger than this.

"No, Colin. I don't-- can't to go with you. I have to catch up on homework," the girl focused her eyes on the omelette in front of her. It was the same color as his hair, burnt gold. The roasted chestnuts that Hannah got for her was on a small bowl beside her hand, strangely, they were the same colors as his eyes. It was distracting to say the least.

"Well, you see-- excuse me, Hannah, will you scoot over? Thank you--" Colin's shoulder bumped into hers and he was so warm and real that it was frightening. "You see, we can always come back earlier. It will take no longer than 2 hours, I just have to show you something. And! And! And!" He said to make sure that the girl will not cut him off but she couldn't even if she would. He looks really sincere. "I will help you with your homework, I'll show you how it's done."

"Were in the same grade," the girl didn't meet his eyes. His skin smelt like faded sun and fresh linen.

"But!" Colin pointed out as he bent down to replace the omelette with his face to make her face him  instead. The girl had to bite the side of her mouth to keep herself from giggling, her veins felt like someone injected sunshine and butterflies into them. "But I know what the professors want. For instance, do you know what kind of parchment Professor Flitwick favors? Or how to properly indent an essay for Professor Sinistra? All that and more if and only if you come with me to Hogsmeade."

"That's illegal, Creevey, 10 points from Gryffindor," a tall and lanky boy with a pointed face came to their table and pulled out Colin. "And you're coming with me."

Colin tried to reason but gave in eventually as more points were deducted from his house. Well, to be realistic, company with compensation does sound like prostitution and the Slytherin Head Boy considers this pretty serious business as it should be.

The girl marveled how there are actually people like that. She wondered where they were when she needed them.

Colin was half walking backwards and being dragged by the Head Boy. He was mouthing 'think about it' through his cut lips over and over to her as they disappeared behind the doors of The Great Hall.

He looked beat up and more than just a little bit mental. She even saw a small bandage on the side of his head. She found herself unable to stop from worrying.

Well, she should. He's her friend. Friends are precious. But how can she be sure that all he wants is friendship. Boys always want something more.

But he has seen you naked, he didn't try to pull anything. He even gave you clothes. You even bit him right on the chest. Did he scream? Did he tattle? Did he blackmailed you? No. But he did ask for a picture- which he had asked for the moment you met. Nothing changed when you bit him.

You should apologize too, you know, you should explain. He's a good person. They are hard to come by.

There's only one golden snitch, Violetta, and you just watched as he was dragged out the hall.