Author's Note: This chapter is all about a really metaphorical dream. Mini
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Disclaimer: (See previous chapters) I own a couple side characters. I don't own the witches YaYa~ish behaviors.
Chapter 4: Swings and Lemonade
~Dream Sequence~
Minerva was swinging on a big wooden swing. It was big enough to fit two or three people. As she slowly swung back and forth, she looked around and realized where she was. She was in her backyard. The backyard of where she grew up. She wasn't 25 she was 16. It was blazing hot but the slight breeze kept her cool.
Her best friends came out of the big yellow house and came over came over to swing. No one said anything they just swung, for what felt like hours. The girls asked if she wanted lemonade. She tried to get up but she couldn't. She was trapped, stuck to the seat. So she would just swing and swing until a handsome man with dark came out of the house. He was holding two glasses of lemonade. He came over to her and took her hand. She could stop swinging. She hopped off and walked with him. Hand in hand. They sipped lemonade until their glasses were empty. A moment passed in which they just stared into each other's eyes. Then he started to run and run. Faster and faster. Until he was out of sight. Minerva looked for him everywhere. He was nowhere. She called out his named. He didn't answer. She fell to her knees and began to weep.
~Awake~
Minerva woke up in an instant. She had been sweating and her eyes were puffy from crying. She didn't understand her dream. Why was she swinging at her house? Why couldn't she stop swinging until Albus came? Why did he run away? Minerva decided to think about it later and she went back to sleep.
Disclaimer: (See previous chapters) I own a couple side characters. I don't own the witches YaYa~ish behaviors.
Chapter 4: Swings and Lemonade
~Dream Sequence~
Minerva was swinging on a big wooden swing. It was big enough to fit two or three people. As she slowly swung back and forth, she looked around and realized where she was. She was in her backyard. The backyard of where she grew up. She wasn't 25 she was 16. It was blazing hot but the slight breeze kept her cool.
Her best friends came out of the big yellow house and came over came over to swing. No one said anything they just swung, for what felt like hours. The girls asked if she wanted lemonade. She tried to get up but she couldn't. She was trapped, stuck to the seat. So she would just swing and swing until a handsome man with dark came out of the house. He was holding two glasses of lemonade. He came over to her and took her hand. She could stop swinging. She hopped off and walked with him. Hand in hand. They sipped lemonade until their glasses were empty. A moment passed in which they just stared into each other's eyes. Then he started to run and run. Faster and faster. Until he was out of sight. Minerva looked for him everywhere. He was nowhere. She called out his named. He didn't answer. She fell to her knees and began to weep.
~Awake~
Minerva woke up in an instant. She had been sweating and her eyes were puffy from crying. She didn't understand her dream. Why was she swinging at her house? Why couldn't she stop swinging until Albus came? Why did he run away? Minerva decided to think about it later and she went back to sleep.
