He didn't have the energy to stand up against the howling gale that was now
ensuing. Instead he remained curled up and thought about the last few
months without her. He'd tried to get his life back to normal, or as normal
as it could be, now that there were no death eater functions to attend, no
dark mark callings. In fact, he felt a little lost, so he had thrown
himself into his potions and his teaching.
There had been times that he had thought about her so much that he had begun to imagine that she was still alive. He had been in the potions shop in Hogsmeade buying new bottles and ingredients, just a week after he had woken, and thought she had been standing amongst the shelves near the back. He was about to go and take a closer look but quickly berated himself for being stupid and weak. He had left the shop without a further thought on the matter.
Weeks passed and he kept catching glances of women who reminded him of her, or at least what he could remember of her. He hadn't paid that much attention to the appearance of the bushy haired know-it-all in her school days. Mostly he remembered her intellect, not something that was easily recognisable upon passing. Not that it would have been there anyway, he scolded himself. It was so hard to admit that she was gone.
School was due to start in three days time and he didn't know if he could do it again. He lay there on the cold stone feeling increasingly bitter of his life.
There had been times that he had thought about her so much that he had begun to imagine that she was still alive. He had been in the potions shop in Hogsmeade buying new bottles and ingredients, just a week after he had woken, and thought she had been standing amongst the shelves near the back. He was about to go and take a closer look but quickly berated himself for being stupid and weak. He had left the shop without a further thought on the matter.
Weeks passed and he kept catching glances of women who reminded him of her, or at least what he could remember of her. He hadn't paid that much attention to the appearance of the bushy haired know-it-all in her school days. Mostly he remembered her intellect, not something that was easily recognisable upon passing. Not that it would have been there anyway, he scolded himself. It was so hard to admit that she was gone.
School was due to start in three days time and he didn't know if he could do it again. He lay there on the cold stone feeling increasingly bitter of his life.
