([Who has never taken his eyes off her, says softly and slowly:] "Hedda—Gabler!")

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She is all boldness and hot sunlight, a lion's voice (roaring over the crowd or purring in his ear) and a mane of dark hair. He remembers visiting Africa and seeing real lions on a burning summer day and his mother telling him that it was the dark-maned lions that the pride wanted.

He first sees her like that on the train station and not again until her hair, sticks out from underneath the Sorting Hat as it bellows "GRYFFINDOR!"

Lysander glances to his twin, sitting apart from him at the Ravenclaw table; he sits quietly, his glasses askew from the quill he sticks behind his ear. They are light-haired, pale skinned creatures who had spent years traveling the globe to find the exotic but he is quite sure there is nothing that can compare to her.


I decided to re-write and on goes the train as a series of drabbles, I think it will work better this way. I'll be posting them all in rather quick succession too, so bear with me!

All quotes are from Hendrik Ibsen's Hedda Gabler, the why is to come later.

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