Dormi mon amour.
By Alex Hanson.
There she lay, soundly asleep under a blanket with pure silk cheats. Her light red hair in a messy bun, a little tangled and yet so beautiful. I approached her without making a sound. Coals in the fireplace were still glowing but it was a candle that threw my shadow on the floor. Making it dance as did the candle now and then. I sat down on the bed, trying not to wake her. She looked so pretty, so peaceful, so happy. Her breathing was steady and slow. I wanted to brush that stroke off hair from her face, but I was affright that if I did so I would wake her. I knew that if that happened the purity and specialty of the moment would be broken. And things would be back to normal.
I was not allowed to be here, yet I could not resist. My secret affection for her was to great. I had to see her. If only she knew what was going on. If only she knew my secrets. If only she knew who I really was. Would she be shocked? Maybe. Would she love me? Maybe. Would she hate me? Yes. She would. She would, just like the rest of them. Just like anybody else.
She shifted in her sleep. I held my breath. If she would wake, I would be unarmed. I left my wand behind on purpose. But she did not wake, she merely moved. She wore a smile on her face. The most beautiful smile I had ever seen. She must be having a nice dream, I thought. My heart was beating fast. This wasn't right. I shouldn't be doing this. But I didn't move.
How long I had sat there I did not know. It didn't matter, for nothing mattered at that time. I was with her. Secretly observing her. I wasn't stalking, I was merely looking. I remained where I was until dawn arose and I was forced to leave, for she would soon wake up.
I returned to my room in the dungeons. The cold walls and floor were teasing me and I was longing for the lovely warmth of her room. She was the only thing I could think about. How beautiful had she been. How I had longed to kiss her, but I did not do it. How I had longed to stroke her hair, but I did not do it. For what if she had woken up? I could not imagine.
With a tap of my wand a fire lit in the common room. But it did not carry the same warmth as did he one in her room. I gave a sigh. The first sound I had dare to make this night. I was poisoned. But by what? I did not know. It was something I had never felt before. My heart was beating fast and I was shivering. What is going on? My thoughts made no sense, for the only thing I could think about was her. How pretty had she looked. It was her who gave me this disease. Did she do it on purpose. No. She did not even know. But her it was. And I thanked her, for it was the best thing that had ever happened to me.
The dormitory door opened and out came the first students who were ready for breakfast.
Three girls talking rapidly to each other. But I did not hear and I did not care. None of them paid attention to me. And I was glad, for I could not speak or listen. I could only think. Think of her.
More and more would leave for the great hall, to have breakfast. Would she have awoken by now? Would she be at the hall already? I did not know, but either way it did not matter. She would be there every morning. So why not leave now and catch a glimpse of her maybe. I arose from my chair by the fire. The fire that did not carry the right kind of warmth. And left to find the warmth I had been longing for, for the past few hours.
By Alex Hanson.
There she lay, soundly asleep under a blanket with pure silk cheats. Her light red hair in a messy bun, a little tangled and yet so beautiful. I approached her without making a sound. Coals in the fireplace were still glowing but it was a candle that threw my shadow on the floor. Making it dance as did the candle now and then. I sat down on the bed, trying not to wake her. She looked so pretty, so peaceful, so happy. Her breathing was steady and slow. I wanted to brush that stroke off hair from her face, but I was affright that if I did so I would wake her. I knew that if that happened the purity and specialty of the moment would be broken. And things would be back to normal.
I was not allowed to be here, yet I could not resist. My secret affection for her was to great. I had to see her. If only she knew what was going on. If only she knew my secrets. If only she knew who I really was. Would she be shocked? Maybe. Would she love me? Maybe. Would she hate me? Yes. She would. She would, just like the rest of them. Just like anybody else.
She shifted in her sleep. I held my breath. If she would wake, I would be unarmed. I left my wand behind on purpose. But she did not wake, she merely moved. She wore a smile on her face. The most beautiful smile I had ever seen. She must be having a nice dream, I thought. My heart was beating fast. This wasn't right. I shouldn't be doing this. But I didn't move.
How long I had sat there I did not know. It didn't matter, for nothing mattered at that time. I was with her. Secretly observing her. I wasn't stalking, I was merely looking. I remained where I was until dawn arose and I was forced to leave, for she would soon wake up.
I returned to my room in the dungeons. The cold walls and floor were teasing me and I was longing for the lovely warmth of her room. She was the only thing I could think about. How beautiful had she been. How I had longed to kiss her, but I did not do it. How I had longed to stroke her hair, but I did not do it. For what if she had woken up? I could not imagine.
With a tap of my wand a fire lit in the common room. But it did not carry the same warmth as did he one in her room. I gave a sigh. The first sound I had dare to make this night. I was poisoned. But by what? I did not know. It was something I had never felt before. My heart was beating fast and I was shivering. What is going on? My thoughts made no sense, for the only thing I could think about was her. How pretty had she looked. It was her who gave me this disease. Did she do it on purpose. No. She did not even know. But her it was. And I thanked her, for it was the best thing that had ever happened to me.
The dormitory door opened and out came the first students who were ready for breakfast.
Three girls talking rapidly to each other. But I did not hear and I did not care. None of them paid attention to me. And I was glad, for I could not speak or listen. I could only think. Think of her.
More and more would leave for the great hall, to have breakfast. Would she have awoken by now? Would she be at the hall already? I did not know, but either way it did not matter. She would be there every morning. So why not leave now and catch a glimpse of her maybe. I arose from my chair by the fire. The fire that did not carry the right kind of warmth. And left to find the warmth I had been longing for, for the past few hours.