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Chapter XXVII:
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I can't believe what my former Transfigurations teacher had just said. I look like the founder of my house, Rowena Ravenclaw? This I got to hear.
"Are you sure professor?" I asked. Earlier, Harry complimented me on my clothes making me blush. I still had that school girl crush on him from my days in Hogwarts. Then I suddenly remembered that I was not alone.
How could I do that do Sol? I was already deep in a conversation with Harry before I remembered him. He must have been irritated by this.
And my fears came to life when he was no longer by my side.
Sol was already in a fragile state and I may have destroyed what ever self esteem he had left. I needed to find him but I did not know where to start looking. I started with the Three Broomsticks. It seemed like a good place to start and somehow, I was attracted to it.
Sure enough, I found him chatting with professor McGonagall. Half in guilt and half in instinct I wrapped my arm around his arm and joined in their conversation. Which is to say, was not what I had expected.
"Yes," Madam Rosmerta said as she leaned against the bar. "The similarities are impeccable. Except of course...."
"Hair like Ravens of dark night,
Eyes of emeralds shine bright,
Priestess of knowledge and unending might,
Goddess of beauty and eternal light," Sol recited with a glazed look in his face. Professor McGonagall looked at him in awe.
"Not everyone knows about that passage," she smiled. "That was said by..."
"Eyes of sorrow and pain,
One who cries in the rain.
His love keeps him sane,
Guardian of the chosen dame," Sol once again recited getting mixed reactions from the crowd. Others were shocked and the rest were awed. What was wrong?
"What's wrong?" Sol asked.
"What else do you remember?" Professor McGonagall asked sweetly.
"Nothing much," Sol sighed. "My friend taught me those verses as if she knew it in heart."
"Indeed," there was something in the professor's eyes that roused my curiosity. Was it admiration? "Has the moon and the sun finally reached their peeks?" she asked.
Now what did that mean? Sol's answer made me gape.
"The extreme potentials of the heavens cannot be measured by mere man or centaur," he smiled. "Nor the heavens could predict the movements of the sun and the moon for they waltz in an unending tune played by fate and destiny." Never did I saw a look of amused shock in Professor McGonagall's face when she heard him. She was impressed with him.
And so was I.
"Who is your friend, Luna?" she asked.
"My name is Sol," he simply answered beating me to it. The professor smiled as she looked at us.
"Very well," she said and beckoned us to follow.
"Where is your... uh, friend?" Sol asked me. There was something in his voice that made me curious and amused. It sounded like jealousy.
But he had a good point. Harry was beside me a while ago. But where did he go?
"If you are looking for mister Potter, he saw his wife and went to meet her," she said. I smiled when I heard it. They, of course, had invited me to their wedding. But that's a tale I would leave for another time.
But what amused me even more, was that Sol relaxed when he heard that Harry was married.
"Jealous?" I teased. Sol turned his head away and... did he just blush? He didn't answer. I must admit, he was cute this way. I leaned on his arm which made him fidget. But he relaxed and let me lean closer.
"So, you're not a wizard, aren't you?" Professor McGonagall said as we were on our way to the school.
"Was it that obvious?" Sol asked sheepishly.
"No, it's not," the professor smiled. "But that is not how I knew."
"How did you know, Professor?" I asked.
"It was the way he acted," she smiled. "And those verses he said."
"What about them?" he asked.
"They were verses of an old ballad about two lovers who vowed to be forever in eternity," she smiled. "Only a few people know about it and rarer are people who could recite it from memory. We will visit Professor Dumbledore and see what he has to say.
"Sophia!" Sol called out but didn't turn to look. A moment later, the cat- woman was slowly making her way towards us and when she did, Professor McGonagall regarded her with curiosity but said nothing.
"I was just browsing," Sophia said as he took Sol's other arm. "I haven't been here before," she said excitedly.
"Neither have I but do you see me jumping around like a child?" Sol said in reprimand.
"That's because 'I' do not have a very beautiful woman who would keep me company," she smiled at me. "Keep him on a short leash," she smiled. I laughed at her comment and was sure that I saw a smile on the professor's face.
"Let's go... children," Professor McGonagall said as she led us to the school.
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End of 17
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Chapter XXVII:
.
I can't believe what my former Transfigurations teacher had just said. I look like the founder of my house, Rowena Ravenclaw? This I got to hear.
"Are you sure professor?" I asked. Earlier, Harry complimented me on my clothes making me blush. I still had that school girl crush on him from my days in Hogwarts. Then I suddenly remembered that I was not alone.
How could I do that do Sol? I was already deep in a conversation with Harry before I remembered him. He must have been irritated by this.
And my fears came to life when he was no longer by my side.
Sol was already in a fragile state and I may have destroyed what ever self esteem he had left. I needed to find him but I did not know where to start looking. I started with the Three Broomsticks. It seemed like a good place to start and somehow, I was attracted to it.
Sure enough, I found him chatting with professor McGonagall. Half in guilt and half in instinct I wrapped my arm around his arm and joined in their conversation. Which is to say, was not what I had expected.
"Yes," Madam Rosmerta said as she leaned against the bar. "The similarities are impeccable. Except of course...."
"Hair like Ravens of dark night,
Eyes of emeralds shine bright,
Priestess of knowledge and unending might,
Goddess of beauty and eternal light," Sol recited with a glazed look in his face. Professor McGonagall looked at him in awe.
"Not everyone knows about that passage," she smiled. "That was said by..."
"Eyes of sorrow and pain,
One who cries in the rain.
His love keeps him sane,
Guardian of the chosen dame," Sol once again recited getting mixed reactions from the crowd. Others were shocked and the rest were awed. What was wrong?
"What's wrong?" Sol asked.
"What else do you remember?" Professor McGonagall asked sweetly.
"Nothing much," Sol sighed. "My friend taught me those verses as if she knew it in heart."
"Indeed," there was something in the professor's eyes that roused my curiosity. Was it admiration? "Has the moon and the sun finally reached their peeks?" she asked.
Now what did that mean? Sol's answer made me gape.
"The extreme potentials of the heavens cannot be measured by mere man or centaur," he smiled. "Nor the heavens could predict the movements of the sun and the moon for they waltz in an unending tune played by fate and destiny." Never did I saw a look of amused shock in Professor McGonagall's face when she heard him. She was impressed with him.
And so was I.
"Who is your friend, Luna?" she asked.
"My name is Sol," he simply answered beating me to it. The professor smiled as she looked at us.
"Very well," she said and beckoned us to follow.
"Where is your... uh, friend?" Sol asked me. There was something in his voice that made me curious and amused. It sounded like jealousy.
But he had a good point. Harry was beside me a while ago. But where did he go?
"If you are looking for mister Potter, he saw his wife and went to meet her," she said. I smiled when I heard it. They, of course, had invited me to their wedding. But that's a tale I would leave for another time.
But what amused me even more, was that Sol relaxed when he heard that Harry was married.
"Jealous?" I teased. Sol turned his head away and... did he just blush? He didn't answer. I must admit, he was cute this way. I leaned on his arm which made him fidget. But he relaxed and let me lean closer.
"So, you're not a wizard, aren't you?" Professor McGonagall said as we were on our way to the school.
"Was it that obvious?" Sol asked sheepishly.
"No, it's not," the professor smiled. "But that is not how I knew."
"How did you know, Professor?" I asked.
"It was the way he acted," she smiled. "And those verses he said."
"What about them?" he asked.
"They were verses of an old ballad about two lovers who vowed to be forever in eternity," she smiled. "Only a few people know about it and rarer are people who could recite it from memory. We will visit Professor Dumbledore and see what he has to say.
"Sophia!" Sol called out but didn't turn to look. A moment later, the cat- woman was slowly making her way towards us and when she did, Professor McGonagall regarded her with curiosity but said nothing.
"I was just browsing," Sophia said as he took Sol's other arm. "I haven't been here before," she said excitedly.
"Neither have I but do you see me jumping around like a child?" Sol said in reprimand.
"That's because 'I' do not have a very beautiful woman who would keep me company," she smiled at me. "Keep him on a short leash," she smiled. I laughed at her comment and was sure that I saw a smile on the professor's face.
"Let's go... children," Professor McGonagall said as she led us to the school.
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End of 17