Love and Black Magic

Chapter Fifty-Five: Dad

The principal's office was deserted, although through the windows it was possible to observe some students who were hurrying to return to the castle, silence reigned in that room. The girls still couldn't hide that happiness of finally being free from danger after all that time of battles. They watched the office with love, it was obvious that both girls had thought that perhaps they would never be able to be present in that room again. Everything was intact, everything remained the same as it had been abandoned that morning except for a rectangular ivory box of quite large size. Calynn approached with curiosity to later observe that this type of box contained its own lid of the same material. The little girl pushed the lid quite hard as she listened to the approach of a few steps just behind her and then looked at Meryl's body before her eyes once more. They had fixed her robe so that she looked less bent, had washed and removed the blood stains that had been stamped on her clothes, had hidden her eyes behind her eyelids, the grimace of horror had lowered it intensity and her hands were put together, stuck to her chest and with a rose between her fingers.

Calynn felt Lily's company next to her shortly after while they both cried in silence, understanding each other completely, with a broken heart. Dumbledore approached them both cautiously and silently and then left a piece of a scroll and an inkwell with a feather on the ivory lid.

"I thought maybe you would be the ones to write the epitaph that will be carved out of her grave, think of something that reminds you of her and express her love at the same time," the old man commented as Lily and Calynn looked at each other. The redhead took the initiative while writing a brainstorm while little Black closed her eyes, from which tears still flowed, and began to think of something that reminded her of her. The first thing that came to mind were her jokes and her good sense of humor that she used to have, all those laughs in the Great Hall that used to get more than a smile, that was Calynn's treasure for many months. The word "treasure" resonated in her ears, it sounded good, it seemed unique, it was heard uniquely, but there was something else in that word that made her analyze more deeply that special feeling that the word generated. She was able, for a moment, to remember part of her past. She had gone down the old stairs of her house on Spinner's End with a big stealth as she approached the garbage can in the kitchen. She reached in without thinking as she pulled out three books of fairly thick loin and climbed the steps back to her room. She tried to remember the name of those books, but it was impossible, so she got carried away in her memories. She had taken one of those copies while placing it on her legs to read it calmly while she was able to feel the texture of the pages at the tips of her fingers as if she were there once more. The extremely small print could be seen in each of those pages separated by chapters, apparently all or most of them were named after a person like John, Lucas, Marco; but for some reason she had stopped at the section called 'Matthew.' On that page, a light bold phrase caught her attention and she began to read it with curiosity: "Where is your treasure, there is your heart"

"I already have it," the girl said to Lily carelessly. The redhead just handed her the pen with surprise. Calynn slowly wrote the phrase with a very good calligraphy so that after Lily read it and smiled, she had at least liked it. "My mother used to throw away some books that she thought were not important, so I slipped away to get them out of there and have something to entertain me when you were at school. For some reason the memory of this particular phrase came to me, I don't remember the title of the book, but I think I found that phrase very deep," Calynn said as Lily nodded, tears still coming from the sockets of her eyes unable to avoid it. "She was our treasure Lily, she was the only one that managed to make us forget about our reality during all these months, she was that treasure hidden in the body of another person, but just as valuable. Our heart is in the essence of her person when she was able to make us happy from one moment to another," she whispered. "It also comes from a book!" She exclaimed much louder than she had said before. "You love books and she did too."