She found herself in the same position she had retained for the past two weeks. Gazing out onto the grounds and watching the giant squid glide across the seemingly still lake, she sighed. Why can't I just tell him? Why is it so difficult? Why can't I just let him in, instead of leaving him alone? Why didn't I…STOP! These were the questions that tormented her ever since she had seen him at Kings Cross Station this summer, the questions that burrowed into her soul and filled her dreams and made her heart hurt more every time she saw him.
You need to stop this.
Stop what?
Pining over him.
Easy for you to say.
Think logically now.
Oh, your very good at that aren't you.
Well that's why I'm up here. I'm supposed to think logically. Something you are incapable of doing. You always act irrationally and then land us in a big mess.
Keep it up…
All I'm trying to say is that you need to stop thinking about him. He's the reason we're so miserable.
Why can't we just let him in?
He wouldn't understand, you know how he gets.
Harry knows!
Harry was there!
That's not the point.
Oh! And pray tell, what is the point of this debate!
I lo…
Don't even say it!
But…
NO!
Why!
Remember the last time you made us say that. REMEMBER WHERE THAT LANDED US!
Yes… but he's not like that.
That's what we thought about Wellington.
But… He said we belonged to him.
How was I supposed to know what he was capable of? I thought he was a muggle.
Yes well, we know better now. Don't we.
Yeah… I guess.
Good. Now stop feeling and leave the thinking up to me.
Ok…
She sighed. She knew she needed to get back to patrolling the halls. She gave the moon one more glance and then preceded down the stairs.