Projects
(All characters and stuff are J.K Rowling's.)
She's never been perfect but she always had this electric personality that made me come back for more. She was like chilli. Sure, it burns your mouth a little but it adds so much to the dish and is a little treasure trove of flavour. She was always burning with ideas; one after the next.
We made a great team. We were productive and creative. Her ideas and my knowledge led to some of the wackiest things that the school saw after the twins flew away. I was hesitant to break the rules but her mischievous and pleading expression never failed to win me over.
I remember we set the 5th floor on fire once. It was safe, of course. I found a spell in my 3rd year that gave you a tickling sensation even though you looked as if you were being painfully burnt alive.
We poured hours into our 'projects'. I dreaded and loved the nervous flutter in my chest that was a constant visitor leading up to major pranks. She loved the rush of pure adrenalin during the actual event.
Her face was as alight as the flames that day. The fire quivered and danced in her eyes and her hair looked like she had just won a battle. She was beautiful.
That was our last great 'project'. Our last venture into the realm of teenage delinquents.
What happened?
Sometime during the planning period of the next trick she fell in love with one of my best friends. I realized then that I had fallen head over heels for her.
It's silly. What can I say? To draw a cliched comparison... I am simply a moth dangerously infatuated with the fire.
:)