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Some Minutes In front of the Fire
The boy wasn't looking at her, he was looking at the flames dancing on the logs "I never really thought about the future, and the thought of my father's death never occurred to me. I always felt so sure he would have seen me, taking my N.E.W.T. and that he would have seen my children coming to Hogwarts.
I've always
figured him toying with them and his plugs and outlets, and his usual chit chat
about Muggle world, and Quidditch… the usual stuff I mean.
I always imagined my life as average, maybe boring, but happy…"
The girl went nearer, and rested her hand on his arm, "I am so sorry about what's happened…." she whispered.
The boy didn't appear to notice her little hand "Sometimes you have the impression that life is making you a whole bunch of promises, nothing special, but so safe… but life doesn't always keep her promises…"
The girl dropped her glance "I'm so sorry, and all the words of all the world would never be enough to tell you how much."
The boy had a bitter smile, "I think it's true, yet, you see, everybody told me everything possible, that my father won't be forgotten, that he was a simple man, but honest, that it was not right that it happened to him…" he shook his head "Some people told me he will be a symbol, his story will let everyone open their eyes, especially those who don't want to believe that Voldemort's back… and some told me it was just a terrible accident…"
With a brisk gesture he moved the logs to revive the fire. The sparks danced in the air.
The girl, now, was sitting near the boy, hesitant, her hands resting in her lap "I would like so much to tell you something true, something that could never compensate you, nor heal you but… something that now it would be right to say…"
"There's no need of more words, believe me, everybody told me everything. It's alright this way."
The girl blushed and started to play with the hem of her uniform.
Then she sighed and stood up behind the boy. He was still sitting, motionless.
She examined his shoulders, then the girl had a short move, like she wanted to hug him, but she halted halfway.
Shyly she whispered "They told something to me, as well, and I know it is not the right moment. But it was so beautiful for me…"
The boy didn't answer, shrouded into his own thoughts.
The girl
hushed in a lower tone "It would be so fine if you could say certain things at
the very right moment, forgetting everything else, making us oblivious and
happy, but it doesn't work this way… It's only that I don't want to let it slip
and never find the true right moment.
Sometimes the most important thing it's just that what you say is true, or very
simple…."
She halted, and hushed: "They told me that you feel something for me," she blushed, "that you… love me, and…. since nobody told you this, but they know, everybody knows it because it's so natural, how could it be otherwise?... I just wanted you to know, that me, me too…."
She suddenly shut up and tossed away her brown curls form her forehead.
"It is not the right moment", her voice was so low, now "I am so happy you were not listening to me…"
She disappeared, quickly, up the stairs to her dorm.
The boys'ears were the same colour as embers.
