Dear Bright Eyes| Colin Creevey

twenty| rash

Colin didn't expect himself to be so rash about things. He was a more of an aggressive pacifist. Not a manipulator. Most certainly not a fighter. He certainly didn't expect to elope with a girl. But then again here they are.

They landed smack dab in the middle of his great grandmother's lavender garden.

Vi laid unconscious amidst the shrubs of purple flowers. Her hair got tangled with the tendrils, like small braids.

He should wake her up and tell her that they are now in a small village in the south of France.

The moonlight loves her. It softens her already innocent looking features, it gently caressing the obvious curves on her face and body. The waves of her hair. Petals even landed on her lashes. Maybe he shouldn't wake her up just yet. She would make a perfect picture. Unwilling but perfect.

But his morality won in the end.

"Vi, wake up now. Vi..." He shook her body lightly as he turned on the already destroyed growth. She smelled heavenly, if heaven is a mixture of dirt and crushed leaves and small hints of lavender.

It earned a moan at most.

Colin had no choice but to-- well, since the situation yearns for it-- carry her into his arms. Like a princess.

He can't get over how soft she feels in his arms. Or how fragile. His fingers felt every detail of her sleeping form, the hardness of her lithe bones, to the tenderness of her flesh, to the smoothened texture of her dressing robes.

His great grandmother's house is only steps from the destroyed garden but miles away from any other human inhabitants. Maybe that's why it's so perfect. She was a squib. Disowned by her family and was sent to an orphanage in the muggle world. That's why family is so important to her. But apparently not important enough for his grandmother. It was his grandmother that moved to Britain.

He stood by the doorway and the the knocker moved of it's own accord. Making three loud knocks on the thick wooden door.

Vi's eyelids fluttered but she remained unconscious.

Colin didn't know that he has as much upper body strength that he could hold someone for hours. Especially the way that she felt on his arms, he could hold her forever this way if she wants.

"Cheri!"

"Meme!"

Meme stood grinning in the doorway with a huge smile on her toothless mouth. She had a lilac shawl over her shoulder and a floral nightcap that covered fair but still unruly, curly hair. "Cheri, isn't it way past your bedtime?"

"Yes, Meme. It unfortunately is."

His great grandmother didn't care that he is carrying some unconscious girl or that they practically have gone AWOL from Hogwarts. She just cares that he is not getting the sleep that he needs and that is why Colin loves Meme, they have the same priorities because in the end, what else really matters, right?

He has stepped over the threshold, still holding Vi. Meme watched with a smile as he laid her down the floral sofa. "What a pretty girl. Is she your girlfriend, Cheri?"

"No," he replied. He said it with an ache in his chest. A dull ache. Like giving up on something that you know will never happen.

"A pity. She's missing on a whole new world of wonder," Meme laid her wrinkly but warm hand on Colin's cheek. It was comforting, feeling the hands that had made it through lifetimes of things worse than juvenile heartbreak. "Do you want to tell Meme her story?"

Colin sighed and closed his eyes. "Maybe tomorrow when she can tell it herself. She's really interesting."

Meme looked at Vi's sleeping form again. "I have no doubts that she is. She will sleep on your old room?"