Of Muggle Quotes and Noble Ideas
Rose brushed away her tears as she curled herself into a tight ball on her favourite armchair. She missed Scorpius with all her heart, more than she had ever imagined that she could miss him.
Why had he broken up with her three years ago- five years to the day they'd first admitted their feelings to each other? Hadn't they been 'together' in the conventional sense for that long? Hadn't their lives been interconnected for much longer? Hadn't they been best friends throughout their years at Hogwarts? Hadn't they fallen for each other at much the same time? Hadn't they laughed, flown, argued, studied and argued some more? Hadn't they been there for each other throughout? Hadn't they loved each other even in the face of all the negativities thrown at them by the rest of the Wizarding community? Hadn't they melded their families together? Hadn't they been perfectly flawed perfection, as convoluted as that may seem?
Rose laughed tearfully at that last thought. It was just like Scorpius to think up something so crazy. And it was just like her to remember it when she missed him the most- when her heart yearned for his to beat to the rhythm of; when her eyes wished desperately to be lost in his stormy grey eyes; when her fingers ached to be intertwined with his; when her head begged to be rested on his shoulder; when her ears screamed to be allowed to hear his soft, deep voice.
She had nothing of him, except her memories. And maybe that was everything. The happiness, the nervousness, the blushes, the laughter, the smiles, the stolen kisses, the mock arguments, the rivalries, the teasing, the flying, the dates, the families meeting, the hilarity that ensued, the hugs, the private glances, the jokes, the best times of their life.
And then, in her heart and mind, a gaping hole.
An empty void.
A sad vacuum.
Her life source had seemed to die- slowly, painfully over the last three years.
Rose picked herself off the armchair and dried her eyes with her sleeve. She couldn't sit their crying. She must remember only the good times. Forget the bad, live for the possibilities of the future, treasure and cherish the past. Yes, that's what she'd do- she'd read maybe. Scorpius' favourite book and hers too. It inspired her- to fly, to live, to work for the means and not the end, to enjoy the process and not the worry about the final result. Maybe that's what she had to do to heal herself.
She walked to the kitchen and made herself some coffee. She poured in a little more milk than was needed and a lot more sugar than was healthy. It was a time to indulge in herself after all, to protect herself, repair her heart. She trudged back to her room and pulled out a box from the bottom of her cupboard. She blew the dust off, smiling humourlessly at the thought of the numerous Muggle movies in which the heartbroken heroine mirrored her actions. She opened the box gently and pulled out a book, thin, squarish, purple with a seagull on the cover- Jonathon Livingston Seagull.
She turned the book over in her hands, looking wistfully at the cracks on the cover, the dog-eared pages, the fragile spine. She loved this book dearly. It was this book that she had been reading when Scorpius had first met her. She brought the book up to her nose and sniffed it- a musty, sweet scent wafted up her nose and she felt herself tear up again- the library at Hogwarts had smelt like that- comforting and warm- the place where she and Scorpius had been each other's company for hours on end. As she made to set the book aside and close the box, a tiny square of parchment fluttered out and settled on the floor. On it were the simple words-
If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they're yours; if they don't they never were- Richard Bach
And realisation dawned upon Rose. Not with the pomp and fanfare of a Royal Wedding, publicised world over; but with the quiet elegance of a country wedding celebrated with dear ones.
She knew not whether to laugh or cry, whether to be happy or sad, whether to act upon her impulses or think her actions through. She finally understood why Scorpius had broken up with her. He did love her. He did what he thought was right. He did what he thought was noble.
The idiot!
She burst out laughing and felt salty tears make their way into her mouth. She felt a heavy weight lift itself of her shoulders, but her heart tighten with anxiousness. She thought for a minute and then yanked her cloak off its hook and ran to her fireplace. She grabbed a handful of Floo powder and threw it into the crackling fire, admiring the emerald green flames for the shortest fraction of a second. She called out the address of her destination and stepped into the fire.
And she was gone.
Author's Note: Well? Any thoughts? This will be three chapters at the longest.
Other stories (like Rose Weasley: Hogwarts Head Girl and An Important Day)will be updated.
When? I can't say for sure, because I have a million tests and project and I want to give both my writing and my school work equal amounts of attention.
Review please!
P.S: I have all the chapters done. I'd like some reviews first, though!