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There once was a necklace. A very shinny necklace that was adorned with only the purest of silver. It belonged to a girl with honey-colored hair and piercing green eyes. The girl would sit and twist it and wind it around her fingers, but it always remained tight on her neck.
There once was a kerchief. A kerchief with fancy embroidery of dragons and designs. It sat all crumpled up in that pocket of a boy who had dozens of kerchiefs and remained there for many a day. This kerchief wasn't special, just forgotten. Left in the pocket of the boy's finest black dress robes.
One evening for no reason at all, the girl removed the necklace and began to inspect it. She smiled as she held it to the dim winter light and a spectrum of green danced off of the jewel. She dangled it and laughed as she spun around the room, clutching it tightly within her hand. Oh how fun it had been, the night she had received that necklace. He had spun her about, and both had exhausted themselves with delight. They had pulled off their heavy dress robes and ran with the crisp Christmas wind, not knowing if anyone was watching, not caring if anyone was. It was the only time she could remember not caring about things like that.
The girl smiled and went to the wardrobe where his old things hung. Tattered school robes, fancy evening robes. She pushed them all aside to find what she was looking for. They hung stiffly in the back, his crisp black velvet robes. They hadn't been touched in years. As she studied the robe, she could still smell the sweet scent of Yule that flowed out of the castle that evening, warming even the coldest of nights. She inhaled the scent deeply. The robes smelled of cinnamon and peppermint and of him. Oh how she would never forget that smell. It had been such a surprise when she had seen him that night, dressed in the finest robes she had ever seen. He looked so handsome with that silly, silly smirk on his face and his hands in his pockets. She would never forget the smell of the fancy musk cologne he had drenched himself in, or the way his hair had enough gel to make it crisp to the touch. A dragon in black and a princess in pink. That's how they had entered the Hall that evening. And as they were dancing, he had pulled her necklace out of his pocket and slipped it around her neck.
The girl smiled in lament as she absentmindedly put her hand into the pocket and pulled out a yellowed handkerchief. She could still see him there, in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, wiping the beads of falling sweat off of his pale forehead. Chasing after her under the Christmas starlight as she held it in her hands, so cold and chapped but she didn't care. They had run and run, spinning and laughing. She remembered the look on his face when he had finally snatched it away, so proud and possessive. He stuffed it back into that pocket, and grabbed her by shoulders. To this day she could feel cold lips, dry and flaky, beaten by the wind. But it was perfect. So perfect. The castle with its lights, the falling snow, the sweet smells. The moment had stayed with her through all these years.
She dropped the kerchief back in the pocket, the necklace falling in after. The closet was shut and the lights turned off, and they were all alone. Just the kerchief and the necklace. Together again and together forever.
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