June 18, 1994-Bell House-Graduated
Well, that's it. It's over. Hogwarts, that is. Though I've been home for about four hours, I still can't seem to grasp the fact that I've finally graduated. What about Oliver, you may ask? It's so hard to talk about him now.We broke up. There. At the station, outside of the Hogwarts Express. I really can't explain it in words. It's best if you just read what we said. Even then, you may not fully understand, but then I don't care if someone else doesn't get it.
"Well, that's it then." Oliver said, with a smile on his face. He set his luggage down, seeing that his parents weren't there yet anyway. I didn't say anything, or couldn't for that matter. My throat was all closed up. I knew what he was going to do. I'd been expecting it all year. "Lindsay?" I looked up at him suddenly, as my eyes were wandering around the platform, watching all of my fellow classmates leave with their parents.
"Yes?" I responded naively.
"There's something that I need to say to you." His smile faded.
"All right then, say it." Please let him do this nicely, please let him do this nicely, I prayed in my head.
"I-I think we should break up." He looked at me with his beautiful brown eyes full of distress. I took a deep breath, and only nodded. Once again, I didn't say anything. But then, what else was there to say? Oliver added in another remark quickly, "Lindsay, I do love you. I love you so much, it's just-I hope you'll understand-we'll never get to see each other. I mean, I'm sure you've got your career in the Ministry of Magic to pursue, and I've got my Quidditch." His voice trailed off slowly, as if he wasn't sure that it was the right thing to say. It wasn't really, but I ignored it.
"I understand," I spoke softly, fidgeting with the ring on my finger. Suddenly, almost as if it were involuntary, my arms flung around his neck. And in my mind, another scene similar to that of this flickered oddly in my mind. It was the day when Oliver told me that he liked me. I closed my eyes, embracing this moment as a few stray tears fell from my sharp green eyes. It was over all too soon. He let go.
"Ah," He began, trying to sound lighthearted, "There's my mum and dad!" And with that, he left towards his parents. I stood there, numb with my emotions. Seconds like hours passed before I finally had the courage to do talk to him again. As Oliver walked away with his parents, towards the barrier back to the Muggle world, my brain was screaming at my muscles to run after him, but I didn't move. It wasn't until both his parents had gone through the barrier that it happened. I turned towards him.
"Oliver, wait!" I screamed. That was the first time I'd called him Oliver in a long time. Atleast to his face, anyway. Usually I only do it when I'm being sarcastic, or very serious. He turned around. I then ran towards him, and hugged him again. I was crying freely by now. In my mind, that hug seemed to last forever. It felt as if time stopped all together, just for us. Wiping my eyes with the back of my sleeve, I let go of him. Oliver pulled something out of his pocket, what seemed to be a folded up piece of paper, and put it in my hand. He looked at me and said:
"Good-bye." Then he went through the barrier, out of sight. At that moment, my mum apparated next to me. We went home, and I went upstairs to write this. I'd forgotten that Ollie'd given me that paper, until about an hour ago. When I remembered that I had it, I pulled it out of my pocket and read it. There, in scarlet ink (Ollie writes in Gryffindor colours), was Oliver's handwriting. A bit messy, but neat in a strange way. It read:
Lindsay Marie Bell
Keeper of my Heart
As I read through this journal now that the pages are full, it gets me thinking. Though my time at Hogwarts has come to a close, it feels as if I left a part of me at the castle. It seems that a part of me will always wander the empty corridors. I'll always have Potions class with Oliver on Tuesdays. But I don't. Hogwarts will go on without me. Or Oliver. It has taken me until just now to grasp that concept. The past is history, and my future lays before me like a long, winding road. I do have to travel this road alone, and never look back. I am prepared to take on anything that crosses my path, and I anticipate every encounter. Good, or bad. I am ready for anything. I think that it's best to end this journal here. I might write again, if I feel it necessary to record my adventures once again. I will leave you with a quote from Headmaster Dumbledore, "It does not do good to dwell on dreams, and lose sight of the future."
Well, that's it. It's over. Hogwarts, that is. Though I've been home for about four hours, I still can't seem to grasp the fact that I've finally graduated. What about Oliver, you may ask? It's so hard to talk about him now.We broke up. There. At the station, outside of the Hogwarts Express. I really can't explain it in words. It's best if you just read what we said. Even then, you may not fully understand, but then I don't care if someone else doesn't get it.
"Well, that's it then." Oliver said, with a smile on his face. He set his luggage down, seeing that his parents weren't there yet anyway. I didn't say anything, or couldn't for that matter. My throat was all closed up. I knew what he was going to do. I'd been expecting it all year. "Lindsay?" I looked up at him suddenly, as my eyes were wandering around the platform, watching all of my fellow classmates leave with their parents.
"Yes?" I responded naively.
"There's something that I need to say to you." His smile faded.
"All right then, say it." Please let him do this nicely, please let him do this nicely, I prayed in my head.
"I-I think we should break up." He looked at me with his beautiful brown eyes full of distress. I took a deep breath, and only nodded. Once again, I didn't say anything. But then, what else was there to say? Oliver added in another remark quickly, "Lindsay, I do love you. I love you so much, it's just-I hope you'll understand-we'll never get to see each other. I mean, I'm sure you've got your career in the Ministry of Magic to pursue, and I've got my Quidditch." His voice trailed off slowly, as if he wasn't sure that it was the right thing to say. It wasn't really, but I ignored it.
"I understand," I spoke softly, fidgeting with the ring on my finger. Suddenly, almost as if it were involuntary, my arms flung around his neck. And in my mind, another scene similar to that of this flickered oddly in my mind. It was the day when Oliver told me that he liked me. I closed my eyes, embracing this moment as a few stray tears fell from my sharp green eyes. It was over all too soon. He let go.
"Ah," He began, trying to sound lighthearted, "There's my mum and dad!" And with that, he left towards his parents. I stood there, numb with my emotions. Seconds like hours passed before I finally had the courage to do talk to him again. As Oliver walked away with his parents, towards the barrier back to the Muggle world, my brain was screaming at my muscles to run after him, but I didn't move. It wasn't until both his parents had gone through the barrier that it happened. I turned towards him.
"Oliver, wait!" I screamed. That was the first time I'd called him Oliver in a long time. Atleast to his face, anyway. Usually I only do it when I'm being sarcastic, or very serious. He turned around. I then ran towards him, and hugged him again. I was crying freely by now. In my mind, that hug seemed to last forever. It felt as if time stopped all together, just for us. Wiping my eyes with the back of my sleeve, I let go of him. Oliver pulled something out of his pocket, what seemed to be a folded up piece of paper, and put it in my hand. He looked at me and said:
"Good-bye." Then he went through the barrier, out of sight. At that moment, my mum apparated next to me. We went home, and I went upstairs to write this. I'd forgotten that Ollie'd given me that paper, until about an hour ago. When I remembered that I had it, I pulled it out of my pocket and read it. There, in scarlet ink (Ollie writes in Gryffindor colours), was Oliver's handwriting. A bit messy, but neat in a strange way. It read:
Lindsay Marie Bell
Keeper of my Heart
As I read through this journal now that the pages are full, it gets me thinking. Though my time at Hogwarts has come to a close, it feels as if I left a part of me at the castle. It seems that a part of me will always wander the empty corridors. I'll always have Potions class with Oliver on Tuesdays. But I don't. Hogwarts will go on without me. Or Oliver. It has taken me until just now to grasp that concept. The past is history, and my future lays before me like a long, winding road. I do have to travel this road alone, and never look back. I am prepared to take on anything that crosses my path, and I anticipate every encounter. Good, or bad. I am ready for anything. I think that it's best to end this journal here. I might write again, if I feel it necessary to record my adventures once again. I will leave you with a quote from Headmaster Dumbledore, "It does not do good to dwell on dreams, and lose sight of the future."