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Author: Minstrel
Summary: Draco's thoughts on a boy passing him by in a corridor. An opposite for 'Sonorous'.
Rating: G
Feedback: Most welcome (= there's that little 'review'-button to be pressed!)
Echoless
I see you walking towards me. You have your Quidditch robes on, your pace is hasty. Gripping your Firebolt in your hand you rush into your petty Quidditch practice.
I see anxiety in your eyes. A flash of anger as your eyes meet mine. You pass me by.
I make up a reason to turn around to see you go.
"Goyle, what did you say about Snape having a hang-over?"
You give a laugh to Sir Cadogan riding on the wall from one painting to another and calling for arms.
Your scent is still lingering in the air. The echo of your laughter rings in the corridor.
My gaze is fixed to you, it is as typical as your scent is for you.
Your echo, hollow, but still so fraught with feelings.
"Oh, you mean him hanging Longbottom on the wall from his feet? That's no news."
Author: Minstrel
Summary: Draco's thoughts on a boy passing him by in a corridor. An opposite for 'Sonorous'.
Rating: G
Feedback: Most welcome (= there's that little 'review'-button to be pressed!)
Echoless
I see you walking towards me. You have your Quidditch robes on, your pace is hasty. Gripping your Firebolt in your hand you rush into your petty Quidditch practice.
I see anxiety in your eyes. A flash of anger as your eyes meet mine. You pass me by.
I make up a reason to turn around to see you go.
"Goyle, what did you say about Snape having a hang-over?"
You give a laugh to Sir Cadogan riding on the wall from one painting to another and calling for arms.
Your scent is still lingering in the air. The echo of your laughter rings in the corridor.
My gaze is fixed to you, it is as typical as your scent is for you.
Your echo, hollow, but still so fraught with feelings.
"Oh, you mean him hanging Longbottom on the wall from his feet? That's no news."
