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Authors Note: I'm rewriting this one a little, it was rushed a little the first time around. It hasn't changed much, but I wanted to touch it up.
Brown eyes
They were just two strangers walking down a road, one turning right one turning left, their paths never intersecting.
They missed the accident that would have bound them forever; now all it is, is a could have been.
The great hall was filled with a drowsy, lazy feeling, school was over, exams had been taken, classes done. All that was left was a train ride home. There were students milling around, packed and ready for vacation, some flying about, last minuet in preparation.
Seventh years looking about dazed, seeing professors for the last time as students, watching younger years, wondering how it all went by so fast. Where would there peers go? Would they ever hear from each other again? Their happiness their heartache, all these things they had shared with one another, living in such close proximity for so many years, how would they survive without one another? And the world, would it invite them, or would it resist the new wave of fresh lives entering the real world. Looking around the room, they wondered who's dreams would be crushed, who would get the lucky breaks.
The room was filled with familiar body's, but what could the real world do to a new body? So many lives at turning points, bursting to be set into the real world, but holding back a few moments longer, relishing youth.
All over Breakfast.
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Two brown eyes looked around the crowded hall, her brother's friends, grinning and excited, other houses, some crying goodbyes some laughing.
She saw other tables some discussing their futures, job opportunities that had arisen or were hopefully to come, others making their way around the tables, not forgetting a friend or acquaintance.
She looked at her own table, cheers of good luck all around, smiles and tears.
Then she glanced at the last table, they weren't cheering or smiling, they all sat and ate, as if it weren't the last day they would all be together like this. They always fascinated her, the cold and cruel ones, stony faced and rigid backed. They were the aristocrats of the wizarding world, born and bred into wealth and luxury. Perhaps that is why they weren't quite so excited or nervous; their lives were and always had been planned out already, it was the price that came with gold and silver lining.
Her eyes lingered on one figure, one boy, he had always interested her; his calm and cool exterior, his cruel and quick insults. His demeanor and presence was chilling, yet he was sometimes a little more then a coward, or so she thought. She watched him, his elegant face and posture, and she wondered, just once, what he was like, beneath the calm exterior. Right then she wished she could touch him, and shatter the ice he'd shrouded himself in, she wished she could be his saving grace.
His eyes lifted searching for the gaze he felt on him. Meeting her gaze, he looked at her blankly for a moment; then questioned her, with his eyes. As if to say
'So now you have my attention, what are you going to do about it?'
Then it was gone, it doesn't matter what it was, maybe a body got caught between them, maybe a voice, brought one of them back to their house mates, whatever it was, it stopped fate from taking that particular course.
