To Tame A Wild Heart || Book One (An Open SS Fan fiction)

CHAPTER 42 : A Very Merry Christmas*

A/N : We are nearing the end of this book, only three chapters remaining :)

Florina's POV:

"But... But... you," I dropped to the floor sobbing as I pushed my hands unto it wishing I could somehow drop inside the mirror.

I looked up at his peaceful reflection. He sat down too and touched my hand's reflection.

"I miss you, every day I miss you my love. I am so sorry, I am so—" I was cut off by him pressing a finger to his lips and shaking his head as if to say 'my death wasn't your fault.'

I have been hearing that phrase a lot, I wish I could finally let myself rest and believe it.

He gave me one of his most peaceful smiles, like he was always there with me and never left. Almost immediately, he extended his other hand and I did the same until we were both touching our reflections. I looked up at Rose conforming that she sees him too and she nodded in agreement. She looked at me with a mix of sympathy and regret as she slowly hovered beside me patting my back.

"Can you talk to me my love?" I pleaded desperately noticing that he didn't talk and rather just smiled "Please. I want to hear your voice."

He shook his head lightly but that peaceful smile never left his gorgeous face. It was just as I always remembered it, his emerald green eyes had a twinkle in them whenever he is happy, the smooth handsome features, the pouty bee stung red lips.

I quietly leaned closer to the mirror wishing I was in his arms again.

Minutes, maybe hours passed of me in my current position sobbing then calming down when I see his toothy grin and then sobbing once more. In the whole encounter, Rose didn't say a word, she just stroked my hair hugging my shoulders.

"Florina...dear..." she whispered sadly nudging me a little to get me back to my senses "we need to get back, it's almost midnight."

"What? No already," I choked tears running down my cheeks.

"Yes my dear. I am very sorry."

Slowly, I got up and nodded at her. Giving Patrick one last longing gaze, I whispered, "I will come back again, I promise" and quietly slipped out of the classroom.

The way back to my quarters was quiet. In fact, I didn't trust myself to talk knowing that my voice will crack. Reaching my quarters, I skipped to my bedroom without changing or even taking off my shoes and sobbed silently till I fell asleep.

From this point on, this had become my norm for the following two weeks, I would wake up, have my breakfast and then without detours run to the mysterious classroom with the mysterious mirror. Every time I step closer to the mirror, a stabbing fear consumes me.

What if the mirror doesn't work this time, what if I don't see Patrick this time?

This fear however dissolves in a second when I see the reflection of my Patrick. He would always greet me with his enormous grin and prompts me to sit down in front of him to which I happily oblige. I would then proceed to chat with him for hours. Our talks were usually a mix of stories from my current life. It was always me who does all the talking and him nodding and grinning in all the right places.

"I even spoke to Severus Snape," I told him one night "our potions master. He is still teaching potions here, can you believe it?" He gaped at me still grinning.

Suddenly, a loud chime startled both me and Rose. It quickly made us whirl around to find the grandfather clock striking twelve o'clock indicating midnight.

"Oh Godric, I almost forgot!" I exclaimed gasping "It's Christmas. Merry Christmas my love."

I put my hand on the reflection of his chest as he nodded and made a 'same to you' gesture. Rose gave me a soft pat on my shoulder silently indicating that I have to leave Patrick.