From Prompts, oh, Prompts: ethereal, skyline, poetry, ink
100.
He is the boy from the forest, she remembers, the boy with a baby unicorn in his hands and green eyes that shine, the boy who looked at her, in all her pretty sunshine innocence, and asked if she wanted to touch magic itself.
A brush of the unicorn's light fur, a smile from the handsome boy, and the feeling of the forest rustling happily around her was all she'd needed, at seven years old, to make that the best vacation ever.
His name is Lysander, she finds, and he's at her house, smiling, laughing –
Dating her cousin.
Things change.
90.
The skyline of the forest that day is forever imprinted into her heart, shimmering with dusty moonlight and airy starlight, the trees but silhouettes against the illumination of the sun's dying golden beams.
She remembers the unicorn, dashing deep into the forest; remembers the boy, hugging her before she left; remembers the feeling of being home.
Funny, isn't it, that she's home now and would rather be anywhere but, rather not watch Molly giggle, Lysander smile, him writing poetry on her arms in black ink.
Rose wishes for the forest.
80.
At school, Molly bounds into Gryffindor, all perky laughter and dance, and cheerfully displays the love notes he's scrawled up and down her arms, beaming like the sun is shining for her.
"Isn't he wonderful?" she sighs, lost in a daydream of Lysander and, presumably, his kisses.
Rose smiles, gushes, traces the letters along with the rest of Molly's friends. I dream of you, he's written. I love you.
If she holds still, she can almost pretend they're for her.
70.
"Do you remember that day in the forest?" she asks him when Molly's not around, and he looks at her quizzically.
"I've spent a lot of days in the forest, Rosie," he answers lightly, tweaking an auburn curl.
Rose bats him away, impatient and hopeless, desperate for him to remember. "With the unicorn – and me?"
Lysander goes very still. "Oh, yes," he coughs. "I do remember that."
It's a start.
60.
One night, he whisks her out of her dorm, "a surprise awaits", and flies her into the heart of the Forbidden Forest.
There, in a tiny clearing, is a unicorn, grown up, ethereal, and breathtakingly beautiful. It's theirunicorn, the one from Germany, come to see them again.
"Thank you," Rose whispers, hugging him and hoping he never lets go.
50.
Rose overhears the argument the next morning, though not by choice. They're loud in the Common Room.
"Where were you last night?" Molly demands, distraught and annoyed.
"In the forest," Lysander says placatingly, green eyes darting around.
"With who?" Molly presses. "I know you were with someone."
Lysander doesn't answer.
40.
"I wanted him to admit it," Molly confesses to her, "but I know it was you. I saw."
"He wanted to show me a unicorn," Rose murmurs. "That's it. Nothing happened."
Molly's blue eyes are resigned. "You wanted it to."
30.
Nobody expects them to break up. Except her.
Molly's no fool, after all.
"I''m sorry," Rose says one day by the lake.
"Don't be," Lysander replies, and he almost smiles.
20.
He kisses her for the first time in the forest.
She kisses him again, remembering the unicorn and their laughter.
10.
The unicorn returns to charm their children; happily ever after.
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