note: this is supposed to be alscor. but. take it any way you want

for amber. happy early birthday, love! not my best work but here you go.

prompts below

496 words, by google docs


i.

The air is crisp. It fills you with something inside. A smooth breeze flies over your head, making your stark blond hair fly into your eyes, and you're finding that you don't care about your hair for once—you even run your fingers through it, messing it up further.

You pat it down once again when your father rebukes you.

Even your father's stern attitude can't bring you down, though—you're finally going back to Hogwarts, after a long summer in your family's company.

What a place.

ii.

The winter is when you meet him, and you're slightly shocked.

Of course, you've seen each other before, in the hallways, in classes—you've seen him, with his messy black hair and dark green eyes. You've spent three full years in the same year at Hogwarts, it'd be hard not to cross paths—but you're both staying at Hogwarts for Christmas and that's when you actually meet, when you finally talk to each other. You're both staying in the Great Hall together; everywhere else in the castle is absolutely freezing.

And you talk and talk, about everything and nothing, even though he's a Gryffindor and you're a Slytherin—you're both upholding your family name, of course. That's why you've never really talked to each other before, even having most of the same classes; you're not supposed to mix.

But it's nice.

And you think that you really like him.

You're not sure how to feel about that.

iii.

In spring you kiss him for the first time and it's…

Weird. It's your first kiss, and you know that it's his first kiss, too, which is maybe why it feels so awkward. But even with the awkwardness, there's a spring smell in the air and you don't care that there's ten other people around to see you kiss him.

Something about the blooming flowers is making you feel reckless.

He stares at you for a moment, looking slightly confused.

And then you think that he's feeling reckless too, as he pulls your tie and makes your lips touch again.

The air smells like flowers and fresh grass.

Or maybe that's him.

iv.

Saying goodbye is probably the hardest part.

You know that you'll see him in the fall, but still—you're not going to see him day after day, spending the weekends together.

You're so in love, honestly. You've fallen so deeply in love.

He tells you that you'll meet up with him over the summer, and you're hoping that it happens; your life will be so much better.

You kiss him goodbye on the train because you're not sure if you're ready to let your parents know yet. You do love him, but maybe it'd be better to let them know when you know that you'll be going back to Hogwarts soon.

You assure yourself that you'll be fine without him.

After all, there's only seventy-two days of summer. Only 103680 minutes without seeing him every day.

(He would call you a nerd.)


for:

assignment 5 [gardening, task 3 - write a fic that takes place over a year]

writing club [character appreciation - hogwarts; restriction of the month]

fanfic resolutions [a cheesy, fluffy fic]

cocktail corner [random item - no letter j]

lent challenge [no names]