Author's Note: So I know this is a bit odd – not to mention extremely short – but I still thought it was worthwhile. I wrote the dialogue with the mindset that the man was Gideon Prewitt or some other Gryffindor. However, it doesn't have to be. That's the beauty of anonymity! Please read and enjoy :)
Disclaimer: I am not and never will be J.K. Rowling, more's the pity. Anything and everything recognisable belongs to her.
"Would you leave them for me if I asked you to?"
The question stopped hung in the ice cold air, hovering in between the visible wisps of air that gave them substance. As ten seconds dragged on to thirty, fifty, a minute, the wisps slowly fell apart leaving just a hollow echo. A foot shuffled against the frost-hardened floor of the clearing; the only sound other than two sets of breathing. Eventually the silenced thickened with tension until it snapped with an almost audible sound.
"You haven't asked." The words came out, frost tinged with fire; their implication as sharp as the crack of a glove against skin: challenging.
"It wasn't pertinent until now." Again, silence fell between the companions. This time, however, both seemed reluctant to break it for fear that much more would emerged shattered. The soft sound of water dripping from a frozen branch provided the rhythm for the quiet, interspersed by the occasional plop of snow plummeting through the frigid air to the ground below. Eyes wandered away from their reflection and into the depths of the woods, seeking some kind of escape from the inevitable response. The barb dug itself into the receiver, demanding some kind of retaliation.
"What changed?" They both knew the answer, but the query still held the possibility of catastrophe for the unwitting.
"Other than the world, the times, and our circumstances?" Holding the others eyes in an unbreakable gaze, the speaker paused then continued. "You."
And the universe itself held it's breath in anticipation as the two penetrated the others' soul with fiery stares. At last, they both broke apart having come to a mutual understanding. No more words were necessary, but they still seemed appropriate.
"I see. In that case..." and they nodded to each other, knowing that there was no way to resolve this difference.
A boy and girl had entered the woods, knowing that they were chasing after a rainbow yet all the while hoping that the gold would still be there. A man and woman departed, having discovered the pot and realising that what lay within was not but fool's gold. Not even the strongest love can survive when Fate wills it to fail.
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