~*~*~ Reasons For Darkness ~*~*~
A/N: As previously said everything (well not everything some of it is my own creativity) belongs to JK Rowling
Chapter 2: The Beginning
I met Sylvia when I was still at Hogwarts. She was everything mischievious, adorable, and beautiful to me. Even still, I can remember every detail of her. She was elfishly petite, with the smoothest skin of a creamy white. She had eyes that were almost violet, I'm still not sure whether she charmed them to look purple, or if they were just as natural as the rest of her beauty. She walked with grace and confidence and poise. The way she carried herself, you would never have believed that she was only half- blood. Every time I saw her, she amazed me. She was so vivacious and spirited. So many boys wanted her; and I was among them. And by some strange twist of fate, from all of her admirers, she picked me. Our meeting was something so commonplace, yet so earth-shaking to a mere 17 year old, as I was then.
She was in the Slytherin Common Room doing her studies and her parchment rolled to the floor. Not wanting to get up, she tilted her chair backwards, and reached for it. Being as far as it was, she had to tilt her chair rather far back, and succeeded in losing her balance. I happened to walk by then, and caught her. She laughed at herself, while thanking me. We struck a conversation, and soon became friends. I remember the feeling of euphoria while I talked to her. I was the envy of all boys in my class, but I didn't revel in that fact, I was merely happy that I was the blessed one to have the intimacy of friendship with Sylvia.
A/N: As previously said everything (well not everything some of it is my own creativity) belongs to JK Rowling
Chapter 2: The Beginning
I met Sylvia when I was still at Hogwarts. She was everything mischievious, adorable, and beautiful to me. Even still, I can remember every detail of her. She was elfishly petite, with the smoothest skin of a creamy white. She had eyes that were almost violet, I'm still not sure whether she charmed them to look purple, or if they were just as natural as the rest of her beauty. She walked with grace and confidence and poise. The way she carried herself, you would never have believed that she was only half- blood. Every time I saw her, she amazed me. She was so vivacious and spirited. So many boys wanted her; and I was among them. And by some strange twist of fate, from all of her admirers, she picked me. Our meeting was something so commonplace, yet so earth-shaking to a mere 17 year old, as I was then.
She was in the Slytherin Common Room doing her studies and her parchment rolled to the floor. Not wanting to get up, she tilted her chair backwards, and reached for it. Being as far as it was, she had to tilt her chair rather far back, and succeeded in losing her balance. I happened to walk by then, and caught her. She laughed at herself, while thanking me. We struck a conversation, and soon became friends. I remember the feeling of euphoria while I talked to her. I was the envy of all boys in my class, but I didn't revel in that fact, I was merely happy that I was the blessed one to have the intimacy of friendship with Sylvia.