I met him there on a starry night; from that moment, I knew that my life would never be quite the same again...
It was morning and my head was swimming. I took a few deep breaths and could smell the residue of him on the crumpled red silk covers. It would be years again before the smell would be refreshed, but it would always stay constant within my mind. Sighing I hauled myself out of bed preparing myself for the long day; my world may have turning but everyone else's, especially my boss's, was still turning. My grey pleated skirt and crisp white linen blouse seemed dull and drab this morning. The clear blue sky that outlined the chimneypots seemed like it was a rainy day. Pulling my long naturally red hair up I plaited it tightly, feeling it pull on my scalp. The fishnet tights and Purple Stilettos did nothing but make me feel more and more sombre. Grabbing my tailored Grey Jacket, slicking on some red lipstick and a coat of mascara; I stood in front of the mirror. I smiled, it seemed to fake. Grabbing my Purple handbag I walked out the front door and joined the normal London rush. Maybe I could forget till I reached the office all I had to do was keep my mind busy; easy task, or so I'd thought.
Walking down the footpath I could smell bacon, eggs and sausages. Other Commuters chatting on their mobiles as they walked towards the tube station to get to the centre of London. Without realising it I was at the tube station, i got onto the train towards London kings cross. I was lucky and managed to find a seat. Trying to keep my mind off last night I read all the posters on the walls:
Simply Magic...
Make it a night to remember
It had been a night to remember. The moon and stars had shone brightly casting an unearthly glow through the room. It had illuminated his emerald green eyes and made them all the more beautiful to him. His unruly raven black hair shone like an oil slick. I knew at that moment I truly loved him for who he was not what he was like most other girls.
Once I reached Kings Cross station I walked down a desolate nearby street. Within a pop I was in Holyhead, Wales. Walking towards the Harpies stadium I prepared myself for an onslaught of questions. Demelza Robins my oldest friend and teammate would want to know what I had worn; it surprised me sometimes that she was a chaser alongside me when, sometimes she was as girly as and even ditsier than Lavender Brown. Then there would be Cassandra Smith, a seer by blood but a beater by heart she had joined us last season and was the current new girl, she'd want to know how many times we'd made love and how good the boy-who-lived was at it. Gwenog Jones was our captain, and to say that she despised gossips would be an understatement; maybe if I stayed around her today I would be saved from the girls murdering me, I couldn't deal with it today. If someone asked me one single question about Harry freakin' Potter today I think that they'd have bat bogies in places that they didn't know that they could have them in. So maybe I was a little cross with him but he deserved it, last night was truly a night made to be remembered...