Crazy little thing called love

I slowly awaken to find who else? Crispin.

"Crispin! Why are you HERE in my room?" I asked jumping out of my skin.

"Because obviously, any normal person who just found out their best friend of eleven years was a wizard would walk to their house and give their opinion. I wanted to know what you thought, but I found you on the ground. What happened?" he asked, in his reasonable, almost alto, deepening voice.

"Crispy, I fainted. Too much for one day," I laughed.

"What do you mean? Okay, I get it, I shouldn't have dropped the l-bomb so soon, but I do, Lily. I really do," he said solemnly.

"Not just that. Crispy, no one told you? I'm a witch. So's Megzter," I stated dramatically.

"Really? Megz is a witch? No wonder. She was too cool to be a muggle," he laughed.

"Hey, that's my family you're talking about!" I laughed along. We were such soul mates, living our lives together. And school was our next big adventure. Together.

"Lils, I am so glad. I can't believe it," he pulled me up," Do you want to go to Diagon Alley with my family? We're going this weekend, to get it out of the way."

"Megz promised to take me all over, and I want to go with her. Maybe we'll meet you later? We're planning on staying the whole vacation; you're bound to come again, right?"

"Knowing my parents, we'll be staying, too." he laughed, the Adorandos liked me.

"Crisp, was that your owl?" I asked, curiously.

"The midget? Yeah. His name is Twitsin," Crispin chuckled.

"Oh, how you know my weakness. Nicknames now include, Twitty-win, Twitty, Twit, Twittsinny and Twist tie!" I said jumping up and down.

"Twist tie?" Crispin knew my fits of insanity as well as I did, he learned to go along with them.

"Yes, twist tie. Got a problem with that, young chap?" I asked, shooting death rays playfully.

"No, just checking if I heard you correctly, your highness, Miss Lilsli!" he agreed.

We walked outside and talked excitedly about Hogwarts, Crispy telling me all he knew.

"I bet we'll both get in Ravenclaw," Crispin said knowingly, "it's the house for smarts. One thing I know for sure is we're not getting into Slytherin. Slytherin is for ambitious, dark wizards and witches. All the bad folk came out of there," Crispy-rin said grimly. I shuddered.

"How many houses are there, Crispinny?" I asked, I wanted to know it all.

"Four, Hu-Lils. Ravenclaw, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor." he said, nervously.

"What are the qualifications for Hufflepuff?" I didn't want to miss any opportunity.

"Hufflepuff is for hardworking, so we might be there. My whole family was Ravenclaw. We think we might be descended from Rowana Ravenclaw herself, one of the original founders of Hogwarts," he looked almost cocky. I laughed, "That wouldn't be so bad, how about Gryffin—what?"

"Gyffindor. It's for the brave ones. Mind you, most of them get into more trouble than the rest of the school. It's not worth being brave if you lose the house cup every year." Crispy finished.

"Nonetheless, they sound delightful," I giggled, Crispy smiled.

We walked ever more slowly, almost savoring every step as our last in East Surrey. Our last step as the dynamic duo, though we knew it wouldn't end.

Then, suddenly, we look at each other. We are inches apart. If Crispy wanted to act on the letter, now would be prime time. Alas, my friend knew me best, and held back. He hugged me instead, for we were at my house again, Meggy was waving in the window.

"No, come in," I whispered, during the hug.

"Okay!" he sounded ecstatic, he loved Meggy's visits as much as I did. We both knew her well for she was a figure in our childhoods, near the sandbox. teaching us how to ride bicycles, teaching us how to eat an ice cream and do homework at the same time, how to slack off for in her humble opinion we worked too hard for our own good. She understood us more than we understood our own relationship. We ran into the door and hugged Megz, as she was known to Crispin.

"How are you, Megz?" he asked.

"I'm as great as ever. I trust Lily has told you about boarding school?" she said, knowing something more was there to the story.

"Yes, I know about Hogwarts. I am one of the would-be descendents of Rowana Ravenclaw," he said, bragging a little to someone who knew what he was talking about.

"Little Crispin, I knew you were a wizard ever since you and Lily met me. I talked to your parents, and I knew," she laughed in his face and I laughed along.

"Hey! I'm not little!" he interjected, half-laughing.

"Lily, get your stuff ready, we're going on the Knight Bus to…" she paused for us to finish, "Diagon Alley!" we chimed, dramatically.

"Bloody Hell, the Knight Bus! I wish I got a chance to travel by Knight Bus!" Crispinny pined sadly.

"Oh well, stinks for you!" I said, up-beat.

"Write me, Lily. I can't live without your mails," he said, looking sad.

"I will, Crispy. I like you. You KNOW that!" I said reassuringly, patting his shoulder as I boarded the bus.

"Bye!" I waved.

"So, Lily, what's the deal with Lover-bloke?" Meggy asked me immediately.

"Nothing. Yet. How did you know?" I asked, amazed.

"It's in his tone. I got at least twelve dozen like it when I was at school. Only one is true. The one where he's not unsure, but adamant. The one where he is persistent and doesn't accept a "no." That's when you know it's right." she said, wisely.

"So you're saying Crispy's not my guy?" I accused.

"Not exactly, fleur. I'm just saying don't knock down all the possibilities because of one potential love. That's all. Love can be found in the most crazy of pack-AGES!" she got out as we shifted back and forth on the ever-moving bus. "One second, Lily." she said, businesslike, working her way to the front of the bus.

"Mister?" she began.

"Mister Stalwart. Stalwart Shunpike, at your service, little beauty." the good looking thirty year old man said. Meggy was only 5'3", but she was my hero.

"First of all, I'm not little—I'm twenty-six. Second, will you please tell your driver there to slow DOWN! Thank You." she said as we slowed to a moderate speed and she worked her way back to the bed next to mine.

"Can I ask you a query, Auntie Meg?" I asked.

"I believe you just did, but I'll answer another." she allowed.

"How do you know all this? Did you have a Crispin and a true love?" I rattled off quickly.

"That's TWO, Lily," she laughed, "surely I didn't tell the professors you were bright for nothing!"

"MEG-GY! You're avoiding the question!" I said, exasperated.

"Alright. Yes, flower darling. Yes. My Crispin was a man named Wulfric. Everyone called him Leo, I never knew why. My nickname for him, even now is Fricky. I loved him as my best friend at Hogwarts. He felt deeper, he loved me as a soulmate. Too bad I saw it wasn't true and captured my love for my life, Royce in my sixth year. A year later, one of the late Grindelwald's supporters came to his house over the summer. He killed Royce's whole family. Royce I heard escaped but I haven't been able to trace him since. It was heart-ripping. Royce was Gryffindor, so I knew he'd survive. He was that noble. I just wish I had hunted him down just to tell him I loved him. I never have. He may have passed by now, I don't know." Meggy sobbed.

"I'm sorry Meggy, it must hurt to feel this much," I symphatized.

"No, it actually isn't the feeling that hurts, it's not knowing whether your feelings, your emotions, are returned. No, sweet, I'll be fine. I just need to breathe a little. Realize what has gone on. What makes love so hard and easy at the same time," again with the wise talk.

"I wish I was like you Meggy. I wish I knew what to do," I said hopefully. I wanted so much to emulate my aunt.

"Be brave and face it all, Lily. You have power even I didn't. I can feel it. I'm not a Healer for nothing, you know," she smiled.

"I hope that it's so, Meggy. I hope so." I said doubtfully.

"I know so, honey. I know it in my heart."