Krys drifted over to her bed dreamily and flopped back onto the soft
mattress. She let out a long sigh of heavenly delight as she stared up at
her white ceiling. The moment of their kiss had been absolutely wonderful.
So...perfect. Taking her stereo remote off of her nightstand, she turned on
some of her favorite tunes and bounced up off the bed and started to dance
around, showing off her good mood. She giggled slightly, feeling silly,
but she didn't know any other way in order for all of these feelings to
come out.
A sharp, rapid peck sent her failing back down to consciousness, literally. Krys tripped over her strewn sandals on her way to the window to meet Hedwig. Blushing furiously she quickly straightened herself out before pushing the rickety old window open. The beautiful snow owl hopped inside, looking rather delighted. She always seemed to enjoy herself while at Krys's, of course, she did spoil Hedwig rotten.
Passing Hedwig a cookie in thanks, she opened the letter beneath the masculine, sprawling script.
Krys,
I still can't breathe when I think of you. I miss you already Krys. I can't wait to see you again.
Dreaming of you,
Harry
Krys swooned at Harry's short attempt at a love letter. She grinned and pulled out some pretty paper to write down her reply.
Harry,
I'm sure you'll be allowed to come over tomorrow. My parents won't mind. Besides, I'm dying to see you again too!
Wishing you were here,
Krys
Grinning, Krys sprayed a bit of her perfume onto the paper before handing it over to Hedwig, who took off with a hoot in goodbye. Feeling as if she had no bones in her body, she placed her chin into her hand as it was propped upon the desk. She just let out a squeal, the delight just almost overtaking her. From Harry's response, she knew for a fact that he was feeling the same way. Krys just wished that hours weren't so long when they were apart and weren't so short when they were together.
Not too far away, Harry was still breathless, but not from running home to write to Krys. He couldn't stop grinning in wonderment. Harry had never felt this way after he had kissed Cho under the mistletoe. Krys made his heart thud with the single thought of her smile. He eagerly awaited Krys's reply, hoping she would let him know when they could see each other again.
As dusk lost its battle to the night sky, Harry's nostrils flared slightly, catching the most delightful scent upon the air. It was nothing like the exotic perfumes of the herbs and spices at the potion shop in Diagon Alley. No, it was Krys's scent.
"Hedwig!" Harry jumped from his bed and peered out the window just in time to see his lovely bird swoop into the yard. Landing atop of her perch inside her cage, she fluffed her feathers, feeling important with the large welcome from Harry. She tossed the letter to him before settling in for a nap. Harry's eyes rolled back under his lashes as he breathed in the perfume Krys had put onto the paper. He thought it was silly to be all mushy like this...but with Krys, he just couldn't help it.
A sharp, rapid peck sent her failing back down to consciousness, literally. Krys tripped over her strewn sandals on her way to the window to meet Hedwig. Blushing furiously she quickly straightened herself out before pushing the rickety old window open. The beautiful snow owl hopped inside, looking rather delighted. She always seemed to enjoy herself while at Krys's, of course, she did spoil Hedwig rotten.
Passing Hedwig a cookie in thanks, she opened the letter beneath the masculine, sprawling script.
Krys,
I still can't breathe when I think of you. I miss you already Krys. I can't wait to see you again.
Dreaming of you,
Harry
Krys swooned at Harry's short attempt at a love letter. She grinned and pulled out some pretty paper to write down her reply.
Harry,
I'm sure you'll be allowed to come over tomorrow. My parents won't mind. Besides, I'm dying to see you again too!
Wishing you were here,
Krys
Grinning, Krys sprayed a bit of her perfume onto the paper before handing it over to Hedwig, who took off with a hoot in goodbye. Feeling as if she had no bones in her body, she placed her chin into her hand as it was propped upon the desk. She just let out a squeal, the delight just almost overtaking her. From Harry's response, she knew for a fact that he was feeling the same way. Krys just wished that hours weren't so long when they were apart and weren't so short when they were together.
Not too far away, Harry was still breathless, but not from running home to write to Krys. He couldn't stop grinning in wonderment. Harry had never felt this way after he had kissed Cho under the mistletoe. Krys made his heart thud with the single thought of her smile. He eagerly awaited Krys's reply, hoping she would let him know when they could see each other again.
As dusk lost its battle to the night sky, Harry's nostrils flared slightly, catching the most delightful scent upon the air. It was nothing like the exotic perfumes of the herbs and spices at the potion shop in Diagon Alley. No, it was Krys's scent.
"Hedwig!" Harry jumped from his bed and peered out the window just in time to see his lovely bird swoop into the yard. Landing atop of her perch inside her cage, she fluffed her feathers, feeling important with the large welcome from Harry. She tossed the letter to him before settling in for a nap. Harry's eyes rolled back under his lashes as he breathed in the perfume Krys had put onto the paper. He thought it was silly to be all mushy like this...but with Krys, he just couldn't help it.