When Rita Skeeter thought of Nearly Headless Nick, the first colour to come to her mind was blue. Not grey, not the transparent silver that would grow across his cheeks sometimes, but blue. Not any regular blue, but a beautiful periwinkle blue that reminded her of forget-me-nots and little girls dresses in the summer sun as they ran across the park. Those little girls with the pastel ribbons in their hair that would run past her flat window towards Hyde Park with smiles on their faces, the little toddlers that made her wish she'd settled down and had a family. If she'd ever found the right man.
But she knew she couldn't have that man. No matter how much she tried, she would never get the man of her dreams.
She'd watch those little girls in periwinkle blue dresses run by, daydreaming as she sat at her desk instead of starting her newest story. She'd be running after those little girls, a smile on her face as she held onto the man next to her. His hair would fall down to his shoulders, wavy and brown. Not that she cared. His smile would light up her world, wrinkles forming around his eyes, those periwinkle eyes that made her weak at the knees.

Sitting at her desk ignoring the pile of colour-coded paper in her in-box, she looked out her window absentmindedly, her thoughts running back to the day an eternity ago, or so it seemed, when she had asked Nick about his eyes.
i Sitting on the ruins of the old castle chapel, she looked at him, trying not to giggle as he prodded her nose with his freezing cold fingers. She curiously peered at his eyes, finding a need growing in her to know what colour they were when he had lived almost 500 years ago. Tilting her head slightly, she asked him quietly.
"Nick, what colour were your eyes?"
Watching the silver blush grow across his cheeks, she looked at him, moving a little closer to examine the little flecks of silver in his eye. They would have been amazing, she mused to herself as she waited for a reply.
"My, I don't know. Blue, I think."
She nodded, twirling a strand of curly blonde hair in her hair. Smiling, she looked up at him, deciding on the exact shades of blue they would have been. Before thinking, she proclaimed rather loudly.
"Periwinkle blue, they would have been periwinkle blue. With little flecks of dark blue in them."
The silver blush extended, and she found her cheeks growing pink after her comment. Still staring at his grey eyes, she watched him nod and put on that goofy grin that always made her smile.
"Of course they were." /i

The shrill cry of another little girl running past stirred Rita from her peaceful reminiscing, and she sighed as she heard the merry playing of children from the park. If she peered out her window far enough, she could see them playing in the playground. My god, she thought to herself, I am getting clucky. It wasn't right for her, of all people, to be getting clucky. She would most certainly not be having children. Ever. Sad really, she would say to herself before looking back to the growing pile of colour-coded paper. Closing her eyes and pulling out a random colour, she leaned back into her leather chair and opened her eyes. Blue. Looking down at the light blue paper and peering out the window at the children playing merrily on the playground, she slammed the paper on the pine desk and stood up, sky blue dress fluttering in the slight summer breeze.

Grabbing her midnight blue coat, she slipped on her royal blue pumps and walked out the door of her flat, leaving her work behind on the desk by the window. Smiling to herself, she walked through the gates of Hyde Park, watching little girls in periwinkle blue dresses run past her happily.