Horace's POV It was just another day in the loop. Emma was flirting with Jake, Claire an Olive we're having a tea party, Enoch was playing with his dolls, Fiona and Hugh were snogging each other senseless in the bushes, and (Y/N) was curled up under a tree, reading. She always had her nose in some book. She claims to have read every book in the house, but I refuse to believe it until she can prove it.
I approached her shady spot, and pulled her book down with my finger. "Hello, (Y/N)! What are you reading today?" I asked in my best 'I didn't have any nightmares so don't bring it up' voice. "Its a book that Jacob brought me from his home. It's called Harry Potter. For what it's worth, I think it's one of my favorite books now!" She smiled. "Really? What's it about?" With that statement I knew she was going to be talking for a while, but I was willing to cling onto every word. Her enthusiasm in her books is amazing to me.
"I'm on the Goblet of Fire currently, but I'll do my best to describe the books. It's about this boy named Harry Potter. He's lives a normal life with his aunt and uncle because his parents are dead. When he turns eleven, he gets invited to Hogwarts, (a school for wizards and witches) where he will learn spells, potions, and other magical things. He also learns that his parents were killed by one of the most powerful dark wizards of all time named Voldemort, and he miraculously survived the attack, making him the Chosen One. That's how he got a scar in his forehead. After he gets his things and a pet owl, he meets Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger, the two kids who are his best friends for the rest of the series..." She ranted.
Every word she said bubbled with excitement. She truly loved this book. I just sat next to her and listen to her tell me all about this boys adventures, and eventually lost track of what she was saying. Just listening to her talk made my heart flutter. Did I mention that I like her? I REALLY LIKE HER! It's sounds cheesy, but I do.
Your POV "...and Harry learns that the message on the wall was written in Ginny's blood..." I spoke. I looked down at Horace, who was laying in my lap, and stopped speaking when I saw his face. His mind was elsewhere, and he was smiling like an idiot. "Horace..." I giggled. He jumped at my words, returning from his dream like state. "Sorry..." he chuckled. "I was daydreaming." "About what?"
Horace POV I felt my face heat up and did my best to resist blushing. "The usual thing. What I might wear tomorrow, how long it will take Fiona to fix her hair after Hugh's been touching it for two hours, what might happen if Olive flew away, just some random thoughts." I shrugged. "Oh..." (Y/N) mumbled. "That sounds nice..." A look of disapproval grew in her face. "Is there something wrong?" "Huh? Oh, no. I just...Well...Wasn't expecting you to know what happens during Fiona and Hughs 'moments,' you know?" She said with a smirk. I turned red, and gave my honest answer. "It's hard not to look. Those two are hopeless romantics. It's interesting."
"The snogging?" "No, you vagabon-" "Watch it." "Sorry...Anyway, no. Not the snogging. The connection they have. Love is intriguing to me."
"Is it really? I never saw you as the type to be interested in romance!" She laughed. I nodded, shyly. It was a private interest of mine, but after reading the few romance novels in the library, I've come to realize that it's something I enjoy a lot. "I've read a few books, and I guess it sparked my interest." I chimed with a nervous laugh. (Y/N) cracked a smile. "I hope you don't think I'm judging you for it. I just didn't know!" Her voice was always so reassuring. I think I've stressed it more than enough, but she has a nice voice. You can't blame me. She doesn't think so, but I KNOW so.
I wish I could tell her all the things that were great about her. All the reasons that she shouldn't hate herself. She seems to think no one loves her. I want to tell her! I do! But I can't just...Tell her! It's complicated and I think I'm going insane! I need to tell her, I just...don't know how...
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Your POV I woke up to a note on my dresser. It and Horace's unmistakable signature on it.
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I picked up the note, and it told me to meet Horace behind Fiona's garden. It was fairly early, and I didn't sleep much anyway, so I headed out. I assumed Horace would be there already, considering he avoided sleeping when he could. As I passed The headmistress's room, I turned into a mouse to make as little noise possible.
I scampered passed all the bedrooms and down the stairs, where I met my first obstacle. The door. I didn't want to make any noise, but I forced to change back to open and close the door. Curse you, mouse paws! Once I was outside the house, I changed back into a mouse. I didn't need Fiona or Hugh seeing me. If they saw me meeting Horace at this hour, they'd definitely tease me. I wasn't in the mood.
As I neared the garden, I saw Horace waiting on the other side. As usual, he was dressed in a suit and hat, with a monocle that compliments his grayish-blue eyes. I ran between Hughs feet, and emerged from the grass in front of Horace. Because it was dark, he must not of noticed it was me, and smiled down at me.
I changed back into a human, causing Horace to jump back. "Honestly Horace. And you call yourself my best friend!" I giggled. (HONESTLY WOMAN! And you call yourself our mother!)
He elbowed me lightly in the side. "And you call yourself sneaky..." He teased, pointing at Hugh and Fiona, who were both looking at us. "Ooooh!" Hugh yelled. I rolled my eyes at his comment. "You're the one snogging Fiona, Hugh." Horace laughed. "Fair enough." Fiona shouted before those two were at it again. Horace shook his head, laughing.
"Those two are in no right to tease us." He laughed. I smiled and nodded. Horace was easy to talk to. He was teased like me, he was a bit of a sass, like me. He's been my best friend for about 71 years now. Somehow, we've never gotten tired of each other.
Horace led me through some bushes, and we ended up on the beach.
Ohhhh. This was the path Jacob was talking about. I looked out at the water, which was glittering in the moonlight. "Horace..." I laughed. "Yes?" "It's...Beautiful!" I nearly shouted. "Shhh. You'll wake the Bird." "Oh, right. Sorry..." "Don't be. You're just excited is all." I smiled and looked back at Horace. "What was it you wanted to tell me?" I asked. Horace turned pink and looked at his feet. "Well... I-I just wanted to tell you that I..." He stuttered.
I placed my hand on his shoulder to comfort him. "Ace, just talk to me."
He nodded and looked me in the eyes. "What the hell." He laughed. Before I could react to him cursing for the first time in front of me, he had grabbed my face and pressed it against his own, making my whole face turn a dark red. He quickly pulled away. "I'msorryifyoudon'tfeelthesamewayI should'vejusttoldyouinsteadofkissyoupleasedon'thate-" but before he could finish, I leaned in and pecked him on the lips. "Shhh. It's fine Horace. I like you, too."
I giggled at his red face. He smiled widely, and we saw the sun coming up over the horizon. Not long after, me and Horace felt sick after seeing Millard holding Olive. "I'm telling everyone at the tea party!" Olive yelled. We shrugged it off. It was bound to happen anyway.
