Do I know you?
I passed you on the street last night. You were decked out in a leather jacket and tailored pants (they looked expensive). You brushed against me (by accident, on purpose?) and my world turned upside down.
Who are you?
When we touched, it was like…magic. Did you feel it too? That rush that was almost like a dozen memories coming back. Memories we never had.
We stopped when our shoulders met. You turned to me and I to you. Your eyes, devastating in their blackness seemed so familiar and I was lost in sensations, the likes of which I've never felt before, because of you.
Did you see the gossamer curtains billowing in a seashore wind against a white, white wall? I remember the taste of chocolate, rich and dark, stark against pale, pale skin.
But I've never had chocolate; the doctors all say that I am allergic.
Latin and Greek whispered passionately around fencing tongues (not dancing, never dancing) and clothing hastily shed in the heat create for that moment only along with waves pounding on the shore, always pounding to our rhythm.
I've lived in the middle of London all my life.
Are you from near the sea?
Are these somehow your memories transferred to me? Do you see my history as clearly and fruitfully as I see yours now?
By the time my memories, or your memories left my clouded eyes, you were walking away and a card was fluttering to the pavement. Did you want me to follow you?
I'm sorry that I didn't but I was too busy picking up that little white card (white as those walls behind the gossamer curtains) made of expensive paper. The kind that costs £1.00 per sheet.
Severus Snape Thomas & Sanchez BarristersLondon, England
That's all it says, no telephone (why do I remember fellytone and red hair?) number, no e-mail, nothing else. That name was all I needed. I know who you are now—you're a barrister from Cardiff.
I spoke to my colleague; his wife is a solicitor. He said Thomas & Sanchez is famous for its barristers and solicitors. For their ruthlessness when the present a case. He said you're especially famous, that you always win your case and I remembered a voice. Like the blackest of chocolates, bittersweet and sharp on the tongue. Like chocolate that I've never tasted.
Dean gave me an address too. Says he got it from his wife for their offices. I went there.
The receptionist was nice enough but she was wrong. So very, very wrong—her hair was blonde and she was too short. Not like you—your tall form and a tattoo of the word Vita on your thigh (why do I know that?).
The receptionist told me you were in court, arguing a case so I followed you. Into Room #7 and into one of those pews—those uncomfortable wooden benches.
We never had uncomfortable chairs did we? There was only silver gossamer…
You were giving a lecture to the young jury and your voice poured over my skin like molasses. I remember how you could make me squirm with that voice—perfect and poisonous.
I stayed just long enough that I know you saw me. Then I left a card made from cheap poster paper. You can find me if you want to remember, Severus.
You used to live by the ocean. I wonder if you like chocolate and gossamer curtains too.
Harry Potter Manutech Special CareLondon, England