Just a Blank Parchment
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Disclaimer- I don't own a thing.
Summary- If you walked into the room, you wouldn't see much. Just a plain guy writing a letter, but not knowing how to start... Inspired by Tim McGraw song 'Just a Blank Sheet of Paper.'
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If you walked into the room, you wouldn't see much. Just a plain guy writing a letter, but not knowing how to start. So what do you do? Just back out of the room, leaving the poor guy to his letter.
About an hour later, you come back to see a tired blond, quill in hand, slowly tapping the ink bottle. (-Clink... Clink-) Now you understand. An apology letter. To a girl. So you take a seat towards the back, hearing him sigh softly.
Gathering up your courage, you scoot the chair closer to see what's on the paper. 'Dearest Hermione,' is all it says. You understand, though. It's happened to you before, once. Or twice. You see he already has the names filled out, so you can tell he's serious about writing the letter. His owl waits on his arm, careful not to move much, though the motions and noises of a qull against a ink bottle scare it.
He obviously can't think of how to start. You offer to help, but he just scowls and doesn't answer. Expected of him, though. So you keep on offering. Eventually you'll get through to him. Hopefully.
So now, about four hours later, starting from when you first came into the room, he's telling you his problem. Telling you. Telling you, a complete stranger, that he can't find the words to tell this 'Hermione' girl that he misses her, he's sorry, and he doesn't want the relationship to end.
You don't know what to say, though, do you? It's been a while since it happened to you. So you try and tell him what you did. He brightens considerably and thanks you, going back to his letter. You forget to ask his name, but still sit and watche him write quickly, but neatly.
You just barely get a glimpse of it, he was writing so fast. You never got to see his signiture.
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If you walked into the room, you wouldn't see much. Just a plain girl, responding to an apology letter, tears of happiness in her eyes and on her face.
You leave, of course, not wanting to disturb her. So you slowly and quietly back out of the room. It's best to just stay away, you decide, watching her slowly tap her quill against the ink bottle. (-Clink... Clink-)
So you come back about an hour later. Now you understand, finding her... and him, together in the room, kissing. They had obviously made up. And made out, of course.
So what do you do? You take cautious steps towards the work desk, hoping they won't see you. There sits two letters, one complete, and one barely started. 'Dearest Draco,' was all it said.
She had obviously found a way to say what she wanted, even though the letter was unfinished.
Even though it didn't matter, you think, grinning. They, apparently, skipped the talking.
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And maybe one day you'll quit intruding on other people writing letters. And maybe one day you'll get your letter finished.
If only you could think of what to say...
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A/N: I know, usually I talk about the flaws of a story at the end, but I actually think this is a good piece of work, not to be called crappy. I know, you probably think differently, and I'd like to know why you like it or don't like it... So, review? Please?
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