Okay, this 4th chapter actually contains what was the last part of the 3rd. I have extended it a bit so it could form a whole chapter by itself. I have also added some information on whom Catullus was for those not acquainted to Latin :).
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And how could Minerva ever have known, that more than two thousand years earlier…?
In the ancient Rome, a tall, young man, clad in a bright white toga, sat at his desk, staring and wondering…
Who was this strange woman? He kept on seeing her in his dreams and thoughts, that tall, beautiful, dark haired woman in her green robes… Gaius Valerius Catullus knew he had the gift of Foresight, of course- his mother and father both had been from prominent wizard families, and he, as well, was a talented wizard. Yet he'd never had a vision so clearly and so enchantingly before. Yet, he realized very well that she, the woman, wasn't probably even born yet… But one time, he was sure of that, she would be born, and then she would maybe read the poems he'd written for her.
For she was his Lesbia- his one and only Lesbia was her, and not that arrogant, ugly Clodia Pulcher who thought he loved her. He had kind-of loved her, yes, but that was before he'd met Lesbia.
For her, only for her, for the strangely beautiful, pale, ebony-haired woman with that strange, perhaps magical, artifact on the bridge of her nose, he wrote his love poems…
With a casual gesture, he pointed his wand at the closed closet in the corner of his room.
"Accio stilus."
As the pen came flying into his hand, he eagerly started to write again
"Odi et amo…"
And the words came. They just came, as they always did. All he had to do was close his eyes and see her face again. The words came, and they kept on coming.
"Odi et amo…"
He didn't even know why he'd found those words so strangely fit for her. Perhaps she, once, would understand them. He did not, but she would.
She would.
With a heavy sigh, Gaius Valerius Catullus leant his head on his arms.
Would he ever meet her, his lovely Lesbia, his queen, his dream?
No, he wouldn't…
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Okay, as promised above, some explanations:
Gaius Valerius Catullus was a famous poet who lived in Rome in the first century BC. He has written lots of beautiful Latin love poems, all dedicated to and written for one mysterious woman, whom he called "Lesbia". We know that that wasn't her real name, but we don't know whom she really was. Some people suppose she was in fact Clodia Pulcher, a pretty but unscrupulous woman whom Catullus certainly knew. We know nothing for sure, though, so I thought that perhaps… perhaps all Catullus's wonderful love poems were written for nobody less than Minerva McGonagall herself :)…
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And how could Minerva ever have known, that more than two thousand years earlier…?
In the ancient Rome, a tall, young man, clad in a bright white toga, sat at his desk, staring and wondering…
Who was this strange woman? He kept on seeing her in his dreams and thoughts, that tall, beautiful, dark haired woman in her green robes… Gaius Valerius Catullus knew he had the gift of Foresight, of course- his mother and father both had been from prominent wizard families, and he, as well, was a talented wizard. Yet he'd never had a vision so clearly and so enchantingly before. Yet, he realized very well that she, the woman, wasn't probably even born yet… But one time, he was sure of that, she would be born, and then she would maybe read the poems he'd written for her.
For she was his Lesbia- his one and only Lesbia was her, and not that arrogant, ugly Clodia Pulcher who thought he loved her. He had kind-of loved her, yes, but that was before he'd met Lesbia.
For her, only for her, for the strangely beautiful, pale, ebony-haired woman with that strange, perhaps magical, artifact on the bridge of her nose, he wrote his love poems…
With a casual gesture, he pointed his wand at the closed closet in the corner of his room.
"Accio stilus."
As the pen came flying into his hand, he eagerly started to write again
"Odi et amo…"
And the words came. They just came, as they always did. All he had to do was close his eyes and see her face again. The words came, and they kept on coming.
"Odi et amo…"
He didn't even know why he'd found those words so strangely fit for her. Perhaps she, once, would understand them. He did not, but she would.
She would.
With a heavy sigh, Gaius Valerius Catullus leant his head on his arms.
Would he ever meet her, his lovely Lesbia, his queen, his dream?
No, he wouldn't…
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Okay, as promised above, some explanations:
Gaius Valerius Catullus was a famous poet who lived in Rome in the first century BC. He has written lots of beautiful Latin love poems, all dedicated to and written for one mysterious woman, whom he called "Lesbia". We know that that wasn't her real name, but we don't know whom she really was. Some people suppose she was in fact Clodia Pulcher, a pretty but unscrupulous woman whom Catullus certainly knew. We know nothing for sure, though, so I thought that perhaps… perhaps all Catullus's wonderful love poems were written for nobody less than Minerva McGonagall herself :)…