Happiness Runs
*Year 7*
This is a short story about the lovely relationship I have created. I was bored and it just came to mind that no one really writes about the train rides to the school. So I did. For fun. And I love doing French accents.
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I don't like trains. I never have. They used to rumble past our house at midnight or two in the morning and wake us up. They smelled bad and were loud. I didn't like riding them either. But that was for a very different reason.
Hogwarts Express. The train to my school. I hated it as much as any other train. And it was the only way to get to school. My brothers Allan and Michael had friends that they fooled around with on the train. Kids ran wild up and down the corridors, poking their heads in other compartments and meeting with friends they hadn't seen all summer. And I just sat there.
I had virtually no friends at Hogwarts. Only Severus Snape and we barely said a word to one another. We weren't mad at each other or anything, we just had nothing to say. He was reading a book and I was staring out the window when the compartment door slid open. "Est-ce que vous avez Shelly et Severus?" A voice said. I looked at the figure in the door. She was a slight girl, with white blond hair and pale green eyes. Her robe had light blue trim and fell lightly around her shoulders. Severus gazed at her from over the top of the book. I looked at him, then silently back at her. "Aih ahm sorree." She said slowly "You onlee speak English, no? Aih ahm Silvé D'étoilles. My fahzer sent me to 'Ogwarts for a year ahnd Aih ahm to be a Slyzerin. Profesuer Dumbledore told me to find you ohn ze traine." I stared at her coldly. "Why us?" She smiled. " 'E zinks we will be ze best of amies, you ahnd Aih. Becuz we aihr both from ozer countries." I looked at Severus again. He was frowning. She was talking to me, but her eyes were on him the whole time. "I'm sorry," I said dryly, "but I am friends with nobody." Her eyes widened. "But 'e saihd-" Severus cut her off. "Did it ever occur to you that you can't believe everything you hear?" he asked in a nasty sort of way. "People lie all the time. You don't want a friend like Shelly. You want friends like Lily Evans, because you're not like Shelly." She looked ready to cry. "Aih do not understand. 'E saihd you'd be my amie." I furrowed my brow. "Silvé, not even my own brother wants to be friends with me. Every one hates me and you will too, in time. You're not a Slytherin. Look at you. You're pretty and skinny and I know a lot of people who'd want to be your friend. Now get lost." She turned away, looking dejected. "Aih ahm sorree Aih bozered you. Au revoir." Then, in a flash of blue, she was gone.
A few moments later, the door slid open again. "What now?" I muttered. Remus Lupin stood in the doorway. "What did you do to that poor girl? She just came crying into our compartment, babbling away in French about 'Shelly ahnd Severus, ze deux 'orrible Slyzeins' and how she was looking for a friend 'cause you didn't want her." We both glared at Remus. Since our first year (it was then our seventh), he and his friends had been our worst enemies. "I told her the truth." I said calmly. "Now get out. If you're so concerned, you be her friend." He looked at me from under his light hair. "You're pretty rotten, you know. She wanted to be your friend." I peered at him from behind my glasses. "I had wanted to be your friend once, Remus. I'd done nothing to you. And that didn't stop you from insulting me and treating me like crap." He looked at me a moment longer. "Touché." Then he was also gone.
Alone again at last. Severus closed his book. "Why'd you really do that, Shelly?" I smiled. "It's always been just me and you, ships lost out on the ocean, at the mercy of the sea. I don't want it to change. I kind of like it." Actually, what I liked was being alone with him. He was well aware of that. "You think she'll give up?" He asked softly. "If she's got any brains she will. What you said is true. She isn't like me. There's only one person who is like me." A trace of a smile lit his face. "Me." We were next to one another, but sometimes seemed so far appart. "Yeah, you." A shy smile crossed his face. I leaned back in the seat. "Maybe I shoulda given her a chance. Who knows? I wasn't impressed by you either the day we met." He shook his head; his stringy black hair fell in his eyes. "No. Life cycles in one big loop. Happiness runs in a cirular motion. Letting her in would've broken the loop and messed it up. You and I are happy. We don't need any one else." How could he be so sure? There had to be more to life than routine. I was happy with him, but who could say if I wouldn't be happy with other friends too. "Sometimes I think it's all a straight line, Severus. My life doesn't curve. Same old thing, day in, day out. That's how it's always been." I said quietly. His black eyes met mine. He leaned towards me, our gaze locked together.
The kiss was short and sweet and I still wonder to this day if he'd really done it or if I imagined it. Then he went back to his book and I stared dreamilly back out the window. He was wrong. Happiness doesn't run in a circular motion. It, as long as it is there, -like a river- simply runs.
*Year 7*
This is a short story about the lovely relationship I have created. I was bored and it just came to mind that no one really writes about the train rides to the school. So I did. For fun. And I love doing French accents.
@}--,--'---
I don't like trains. I never have. They used to rumble past our house at midnight or two in the morning and wake us up. They smelled bad and were loud. I didn't like riding them either. But that was for a very different reason.
Hogwarts Express. The train to my school. I hated it as much as any other train. And it was the only way to get to school. My brothers Allan and Michael had friends that they fooled around with on the train. Kids ran wild up and down the corridors, poking their heads in other compartments and meeting with friends they hadn't seen all summer. And I just sat there.
I had virtually no friends at Hogwarts. Only Severus Snape and we barely said a word to one another. We weren't mad at each other or anything, we just had nothing to say. He was reading a book and I was staring out the window when the compartment door slid open. "Est-ce que vous avez Shelly et Severus?" A voice said. I looked at the figure in the door. She was a slight girl, with white blond hair and pale green eyes. Her robe had light blue trim and fell lightly around her shoulders. Severus gazed at her from over the top of the book. I looked at him, then silently back at her. "Aih ahm sorree." She said slowly "You onlee speak English, no? Aih ahm Silvé D'étoilles. My fahzer sent me to 'Ogwarts for a year ahnd Aih ahm to be a Slyzerin. Profesuer Dumbledore told me to find you ohn ze traine." I stared at her coldly. "Why us?" She smiled. " 'E zinks we will be ze best of amies, you ahnd Aih. Becuz we aihr both from ozer countries." I looked at Severus again. He was frowning. She was talking to me, but her eyes were on him the whole time. "I'm sorry," I said dryly, "but I am friends with nobody." Her eyes widened. "But 'e saihd-" Severus cut her off. "Did it ever occur to you that you can't believe everything you hear?" he asked in a nasty sort of way. "People lie all the time. You don't want a friend like Shelly. You want friends like Lily Evans, because you're not like Shelly." She looked ready to cry. "Aih do not understand. 'E saihd you'd be my amie." I furrowed my brow. "Silvé, not even my own brother wants to be friends with me. Every one hates me and you will too, in time. You're not a Slytherin. Look at you. You're pretty and skinny and I know a lot of people who'd want to be your friend. Now get lost." She turned away, looking dejected. "Aih ahm sorree Aih bozered you. Au revoir." Then, in a flash of blue, she was gone.
A few moments later, the door slid open again. "What now?" I muttered. Remus Lupin stood in the doorway. "What did you do to that poor girl? She just came crying into our compartment, babbling away in French about 'Shelly ahnd Severus, ze deux 'orrible Slyzeins' and how she was looking for a friend 'cause you didn't want her." We both glared at Remus. Since our first year (it was then our seventh), he and his friends had been our worst enemies. "I told her the truth." I said calmly. "Now get out. If you're so concerned, you be her friend." He looked at me from under his light hair. "You're pretty rotten, you know. She wanted to be your friend." I peered at him from behind my glasses. "I had wanted to be your friend once, Remus. I'd done nothing to you. And that didn't stop you from insulting me and treating me like crap." He looked at me a moment longer. "Touché." Then he was also gone.
Alone again at last. Severus closed his book. "Why'd you really do that, Shelly?" I smiled. "It's always been just me and you, ships lost out on the ocean, at the mercy of the sea. I don't want it to change. I kind of like it." Actually, what I liked was being alone with him. He was well aware of that. "You think she'll give up?" He asked softly. "If she's got any brains she will. What you said is true. She isn't like me. There's only one person who is like me." A trace of a smile lit his face. "Me." We were next to one another, but sometimes seemed so far appart. "Yeah, you." A shy smile crossed his face. I leaned back in the seat. "Maybe I shoulda given her a chance. Who knows? I wasn't impressed by you either the day we met." He shook his head; his stringy black hair fell in his eyes. "No. Life cycles in one big loop. Happiness runs in a cirular motion. Letting her in would've broken the loop and messed it up. You and I are happy. We don't need any one else." How could he be so sure? There had to be more to life than routine. I was happy with him, but who could say if I wouldn't be happy with other friends too. "Sometimes I think it's all a straight line, Severus. My life doesn't curve. Same old thing, day in, day out. That's how it's always been." I said quietly. His black eyes met mine. He leaned towards me, our gaze locked together.
The kiss was short and sweet and I still wonder to this day if he'd really done it or if I imagined it. Then he went back to his book and I stared dreamilly back out the window. He was wrong. Happiness doesn't run in a circular motion. It, as long as it is there, -like a river- simply runs.