A/N: Told you! Ha! Ha! I promised a quick update and here it 'tis! La, but
it do shimmer so! *does happy hobbelf dance* I thank you all for reading
and faithfully reviewing, I love you all much! Here's hoping for more
reviews from each of you in future works!
Acknowledgements:
HyperCaz: LOL! I do think the grasshopper thing was from Karate Kid, not sure, I just remember hearing it somewhere and laughing my head off. *grin* Oh, and you didn't here this from me... *whispers* but this is just the first part of a trilogy... and there is a slight possibility that I'll *looks over shoulder* chose the second option you suggested. *smirks*
CoffeeCokeCookie: LOL! Married couple! Yea, I bet we do bicker much like that. So funny to think about it! In anycase, I can't wait to get onto the sequel and the finale. Love trilogies much I do. *salutes*
FluffysBijin: I know. I'm kind of sad to see it end, but the story must go on! Oh! I don't have such magazine! I wish I did! Well wait... no, because I don't like the actor they got to be Lupin, so I'd much rather leave the beautiful mental image I have of him... *dreamy sigh*
Jestana: Glad it cheered you up. As to what is next... well read on friend.
Coffee Luv and MORT: Yes, Stephie (who is me) tends to talk to herself a lot. She doesn't always know it at the time, but yea, she does and it always makes her laugh afterwards. *grins* Because yea, this is actually a story based off of reality, this is me, everything in it is true, the schedule, the family, the house, the whole deal, with the exception of little Gilderoy being in the picture. *smirk*
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I woke the next day on the sofa, momentarily disoriented, as I was confused over not being in my own bed. I yawned, rubbed my eyes, and sat up a little, barely batting at my tousled hair. I glanced down noticing I was still in the same clothes I had on the evening before, my jeans and green long sleeve shirt. At that point I came to realize why I was on the couch. Gilderoy and I had been watching the "I Love the Eighties" marathon on VH-1 the previous evening. I must have fallen asleep and he must not have had the heart to move me, since I wasn't in my bed. I could tell that I hadn't been the only one on the couch because there were two blankets and I was currently wrapped up tightly in the one, like a burrito.
*Burrito baby strikes again. Stephie, the day you stop wiggling around in your sleep is the day naked mole rats fly.*
I stretched and fell off the sofa, landing in a heap on the floor. "That smarts," I groaned, sitting up and inspecting my elbow that had hit the floor not at all gently. It was red, but otherwise fine. I sighed and stood up, dusting myself off. I then glanced around slightly blearily, wondering where the git had gone. He wasn't in the kitchen and he wasn't anywhere in the living room.
*Might be in my bedroom perusing my books again...*
Folding the blankets and stacking the pillows atop them I left the living room tidy before moving into my bedroom to find I was right, he was there, but he wasn't perusing my collection. The closet door was open, the right side shimmering slightly, however much it looked normal, and Gilderoy sat in my pink swivel chair, staring at the closet, his head resting upon his hand.
My eyes widened a little, moving to closely inspect my closet, my hand hovering, palm out, towards the shimmering, the air warm. I closed my eyes and sighed. "How did this happen?" I asked, not turning around, my hand still hovering. I heard him take in a breath. "I had just come in here to get something to read, as you were still sleeping," he paused, I could feel his eyes on me, "I just felt it. I had to open the closet, and this is what I saw."
*Well... that solves everything... you know he can't stay and it's better that he goes back. He doesn't belong here and you know it...*
I truly loathed that self-righteous little voice half the time. Yes, it may be right ninety five percent of the time, but honestly, must it lord it over me? Such as life, Stephie sweet, deal with it and make the world go it's happy little way. Who was I kidding?
*Happy little way? I must have taken crack the other night.*
Why lie? I was going to miss him, and he didn't even know it. He didn't know how much he'd done for me. He had given me back something that I thought I would never see again, the tiniest bits of understanding towards even the most egocentric types. Not to mention the fact that he'd made this week the most interesting and even idyllic in some senses. I had to admit, if I had a choice to go back and do it all over again, I would.
"Well, what are you waiting for, the wizarding world awaits you, Gilderoy." I told him, finally turning to face him, a tiny smile on my face, for his sake. I was never really any good with goodbyes. He rose from his seat moving forward, coming to stand by me, his eyes moving from the gleaming portal to me, his eyes uncertain.
I forced a calm and neutral expression. "Just find a way to tell me you're fine, all right?" I implored, my eyes on his. He nodded, taking hold gently of my hand. "I promise," He responded, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. I smiled and went to pack the clothes that Liz and I had purchased for him earlier that week, even if it had seemed like years ago. I brought him the little bag with the clothes and as I moved back to him, I paused, reaching into my drawer to withdraw my blue fleece scarf that I always wore during wintertime. I folded that up and put it in the bag also, his eyes on me all the while.
Moving towards him, I handed over the bag. "I want you to have that scarf. Who knows, it might come in handy in winter," I laughed nervously. He held the bag, his eyes moving from the bag to me. "Thank you, Stephie, I only wish I had something for you," he murmured, then instantly smiled, "but wait, I do!"
He eagerly opened the bag and located his periwinkle blue cloak, the same one he'd been wearing when he'd first shown up in my closet. "I know you always wanted your own cloak, so I want you to have this one." Gilderoy offered, putting the cloak around me, fastening the brooch clasp. I gasped in surprise. He was giving me his cloak! "But, Gilderoy, you're ensemble will be missing this! I can't accept it," I breathed, my hands moving to undo the clasp, but his hands found mine.
"I want you to have it, and besides, it's not about the apparel, it never was," he told me, lifting a hand to his chest, indicating his heart, "it's what's in here." I couldn't believe it. Maybe I had done something for him. I had given him a second chance and I hadn't even known it! It was enough to make a grown girl cry.
*La, but I don't have tissues!*
I nodded, letting my hands fall to my sides. "You're right, and thank you," I responded. He smiled a real smile this time. "You've no need to thank me, not after all you've done," Gilderoy informed me, giving me a warm hug. I returned it, knowing it would be the last time I ever saw him again. "Goodbye, Gilderoy Lockhart, let's only hope the wizarding world is ready for the upgraded version." I joked.
"Goodbye Stephie, I'll miss you." He told me, stepping into the closet. I smiled sadly, closing the closet door, the light vanishing.
*I'll miss you, Gilderoy... git though you may be... I'll miss you...*
I let my hand drop from the closet door knob, my hand resting on my jeans, and turned away, back to life as I knew it.
~*~*Le Fin*~*
Acknowledgements:
HyperCaz: LOL! I do think the grasshopper thing was from Karate Kid, not sure, I just remember hearing it somewhere and laughing my head off. *grin* Oh, and you didn't here this from me... *whispers* but this is just the first part of a trilogy... and there is a slight possibility that I'll *looks over shoulder* chose the second option you suggested. *smirks*
CoffeeCokeCookie: LOL! Married couple! Yea, I bet we do bicker much like that. So funny to think about it! In anycase, I can't wait to get onto the sequel and the finale. Love trilogies much I do. *salutes*
FluffysBijin: I know. I'm kind of sad to see it end, but the story must go on! Oh! I don't have such magazine! I wish I did! Well wait... no, because I don't like the actor they got to be Lupin, so I'd much rather leave the beautiful mental image I have of him... *dreamy sigh*
Jestana: Glad it cheered you up. As to what is next... well read on friend.
Coffee Luv and MORT: Yes, Stephie (who is me) tends to talk to herself a lot. She doesn't always know it at the time, but yea, she does and it always makes her laugh afterwards. *grins* Because yea, this is actually a story based off of reality, this is me, everything in it is true, the schedule, the family, the house, the whole deal, with the exception of little Gilderoy being in the picture. *smirk*
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
I woke the next day on the sofa, momentarily disoriented, as I was confused over not being in my own bed. I yawned, rubbed my eyes, and sat up a little, barely batting at my tousled hair. I glanced down noticing I was still in the same clothes I had on the evening before, my jeans and green long sleeve shirt. At that point I came to realize why I was on the couch. Gilderoy and I had been watching the "I Love the Eighties" marathon on VH-1 the previous evening. I must have fallen asleep and he must not have had the heart to move me, since I wasn't in my bed. I could tell that I hadn't been the only one on the couch because there were two blankets and I was currently wrapped up tightly in the one, like a burrito.
*Burrito baby strikes again. Stephie, the day you stop wiggling around in your sleep is the day naked mole rats fly.*
I stretched and fell off the sofa, landing in a heap on the floor. "That smarts," I groaned, sitting up and inspecting my elbow that had hit the floor not at all gently. It was red, but otherwise fine. I sighed and stood up, dusting myself off. I then glanced around slightly blearily, wondering where the git had gone. He wasn't in the kitchen and he wasn't anywhere in the living room.
*Might be in my bedroom perusing my books again...*
Folding the blankets and stacking the pillows atop them I left the living room tidy before moving into my bedroom to find I was right, he was there, but he wasn't perusing my collection. The closet door was open, the right side shimmering slightly, however much it looked normal, and Gilderoy sat in my pink swivel chair, staring at the closet, his head resting upon his hand.
My eyes widened a little, moving to closely inspect my closet, my hand hovering, palm out, towards the shimmering, the air warm. I closed my eyes and sighed. "How did this happen?" I asked, not turning around, my hand still hovering. I heard him take in a breath. "I had just come in here to get something to read, as you were still sleeping," he paused, I could feel his eyes on me, "I just felt it. I had to open the closet, and this is what I saw."
*Well... that solves everything... you know he can't stay and it's better that he goes back. He doesn't belong here and you know it...*
I truly loathed that self-righteous little voice half the time. Yes, it may be right ninety five percent of the time, but honestly, must it lord it over me? Such as life, Stephie sweet, deal with it and make the world go it's happy little way. Who was I kidding?
*Happy little way? I must have taken crack the other night.*
Why lie? I was going to miss him, and he didn't even know it. He didn't know how much he'd done for me. He had given me back something that I thought I would never see again, the tiniest bits of understanding towards even the most egocentric types. Not to mention the fact that he'd made this week the most interesting and even idyllic in some senses. I had to admit, if I had a choice to go back and do it all over again, I would.
"Well, what are you waiting for, the wizarding world awaits you, Gilderoy." I told him, finally turning to face him, a tiny smile on my face, for his sake. I was never really any good with goodbyes. He rose from his seat moving forward, coming to stand by me, his eyes moving from the gleaming portal to me, his eyes uncertain.
I forced a calm and neutral expression. "Just find a way to tell me you're fine, all right?" I implored, my eyes on his. He nodded, taking hold gently of my hand. "I promise," He responded, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. I smiled and went to pack the clothes that Liz and I had purchased for him earlier that week, even if it had seemed like years ago. I brought him the little bag with the clothes and as I moved back to him, I paused, reaching into my drawer to withdraw my blue fleece scarf that I always wore during wintertime. I folded that up and put it in the bag also, his eyes on me all the while.
Moving towards him, I handed over the bag. "I want you to have that scarf. Who knows, it might come in handy in winter," I laughed nervously. He held the bag, his eyes moving from the bag to me. "Thank you, Stephie, I only wish I had something for you," he murmured, then instantly smiled, "but wait, I do!"
He eagerly opened the bag and located his periwinkle blue cloak, the same one he'd been wearing when he'd first shown up in my closet. "I know you always wanted your own cloak, so I want you to have this one." Gilderoy offered, putting the cloak around me, fastening the brooch clasp. I gasped in surprise. He was giving me his cloak! "But, Gilderoy, you're ensemble will be missing this! I can't accept it," I breathed, my hands moving to undo the clasp, but his hands found mine.
"I want you to have it, and besides, it's not about the apparel, it never was," he told me, lifting a hand to his chest, indicating his heart, "it's what's in here." I couldn't believe it. Maybe I had done something for him. I had given him a second chance and I hadn't even known it! It was enough to make a grown girl cry.
*La, but I don't have tissues!*
I nodded, letting my hands fall to my sides. "You're right, and thank you," I responded. He smiled a real smile this time. "You've no need to thank me, not after all you've done," Gilderoy informed me, giving me a warm hug. I returned it, knowing it would be the last time I ever saw him again. "Goodbye, Gilderoy Lockhart, let's only hope the wizarding world is ready for the upgraded version." I joked.
"Goodbye Stephie, I'll miss you." He told me, stepping into the closet. I smiled sadly, closing the closet door, the light vanishing.
*I'll miss you, Gilderoy... git though you may be... I'll miss you...*
I let my hand drop from the closet door knob, my hand resting on my jeans, and turned away, back to life as I knew it.
~*~*Le Fin*~*