8. Wink

If there was one thing Harry enjoyed doing, besides flying on a good broom, it was gazing upon the figure of the pale lady. There were quite a few times he would see her. Despite his wishes, he didn't always bother her.

That would've been far too selfish for his tastes, but he relished seeing her. Every time he saw her, the world sort of just lit up. No matter the direction of the day, drinking up her appearance could only improve it.

Today was of course no different. Slumping out of his dreadful potions class, Professor Snape seemed to enjoy picking on him, he saw the illusive Pale Lady talking to some kind of ghost. Not wanting to intrude, he ducked behind a corner and let his sight lingered.

It seemed today, her hair was in a wild state, befitting her whimsical and free nature. Harry didn't worry about the rudeness of eavesdropping for he couldn't hear a word over his heavily beating heart.

The boy wondered how a girl could be so breathtaking. Girls didn't exactly interest him. They were a strange bunch, be it Hogwarts or Muggle school. Some were loud, other bossy, but the Pale Lady was so far above them.

If Harry looked into a mirror, he would have realized that he was wearing a weird loopy smile. But the boy couldn't help it, she was just so perfect. A small part of him wondered where she went all the times she vanished, but he dismissed it.

With much fondness he thought about how little it took for her to get him flustered. It was her charm and grace that allured him from afar. There was much about the Pale Lady he didn't understand, but that was part of her charm.

But there was many things he did know. Knowledge that could only be gained by spending time with her, such as her oddly specific dislike of suicide. It was his hope that in the future they would grow even closer.

One day, her eyes would light with a passion towards him. She would claim him in spirit and body and refuse to leave him be. At that moment, he would be forever hers. What a wondrous thought.

With great disinclination, he pulled himself from the depths of his fantasies to notice her walking towards him, the being long gone. On bended knees, she huffed lightly at him, "You're too young to be so scattered brain."

Coughing, he replied, "I was distracted, that's all. Having a nice day?"

"Busy as always. Any reason you're hiding behind there?" He was aware that there was something almost playful in her voice. Just like many other times, he couldn't quite understand where her mirth drew from. What a mysterious woman she was.

To his surprise, she gently rubbed his scar and looked at him with a distant look. Pulling closer to his ear, she whispered, "Good luck Harry."

As she turned the corner, the wind brushed her hair aside and she winked. An action that caused his face to flare. Calming down, he turned around, he was late for classes. He didn't bother to follow, for he knew she was already gone.