Heaven Sent
In His Eyes
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I sit and watch the rain,
And see my tears run down the windowpane...
I sit and watch the sky.
And I can hear it breathe a sign...
I think of him,
How we were...
And when I think of him,
Then I remember...
Remember...
In his eyes I can see
Where my heart longs to be!
In his eyes I see a gentle glow,
And that's where I'll be safe, I know!
Safe in his arms, close to his heart...
But I don't know quite where to start...
By looking in his eyes,
Will I see beyond tomorrow?
By looking in his eyes,
Will I see beyond the sorrow
That I feel?
Will his eyes reveal to me
Promises or lies?
But he can't conceal from me
The love in his eyes!
I know their every look,
His eyes!
They're like an open book,
His eyes!
But most of all the look
That hypnotized me!
If I'm wise,
I will walk away,
And gladly...
But, sadly,
I'm not wise,
It's hard to talk away
The mem'ries that you prize!
Love is worth forgiving for!
Now I realize -
Everything worth living for
Is there, in his eyes!
Love is worth forgiving for!
Now I realize -
Now I realize -
Everything worth living for
Is there, in his eyes!
In His Eyes- Jekyll and Hyde
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It was finally Friday, and while classes had yet to end, it was a free block of Lydia's and she was spending some time in her abandoned dormitory. It was nice to be actually doing something other than sleeping there, and she sat with her back turned to the door, striving to finish her Transfiguration essay.
And suddenly, something hard hit her spine, causing her to gasp. The object of abuse had fallen to the floor after meeting her, and she looked down to see it. A navy converse sneaker- she only knew one person who wore them.
"You're a fucking idiot," Morrie said, standing akimbo by the door. Lydia noticed that a black sock covered her left foot while the pair to the other sneaker was born on her right, "I just thought I'd inform you of that."
"What the-"
"For all your books smarts, you have the most awkward people skills I have ever seen."
"What are-"
"You think that you can find the answer to every little fucking thing in some bloody book, and you can't!"
Lydia was alarmed. No contact for at least a week now and there was Morrie, suddenly shouting at her, "Look, I know we are fighting, but-"
"You're bloody right we're fighting! You think that you can just write me off whenever you fucking feel like it!"
"Write you off? What are you talking about?"
Morrie snorted grimly, "Oh, come on Lydia, you do this all the time. Run off on your own, hole yourself up, never telling anybody anything, ignoring me! The real question here is what are you talking about?!"
"You were the ones who decided to ignore me!"
"After you locked yourself in the bathroom and tried to avoid us the next day!"
"Hey, I tried to talk to you! But you were to busy with Emmaline-"
"Good Rowena, are you that thick? I can barely tolerate Elle, what makes you think I could handle Emmaline –the fucking girl wonder- Vance?"
"But you guys were-"
"Look, Elle starting hanging out with her, and I had nowhere else to go. What the hell did you expect me to do?" Morrie said like it was the most logical thing to do.
"Well, that's no excuse. You have Lily Evans," replied Lydia stiffly.
"Evans?" Morrie barked, "Good god, I don't think I could take much more of the girl."
"I thought she was your best friend?"
"Was- is the key word here, was- until she decided to go all mega bitch on me. The only thing she talks about is how awful Potter is. Like I don't know? Practically consumed her life it has, and I know that I, for one, would like an intelligent conversation." Morrie said grudgingly.
"Is that the only reason you stopped talking to here, because she didn't tlak about what you wanted to talk about?"
"No, it's not just that. She really wasn't fun anymore. She's such a fucking prude sometimes, you know? We just weren't working together. She thought I was mean or something."
"You can be mean sometimes, you know." Lydia pointed out quietly.
"I know… I'm sorry for being such an ass,"
"And I'm sorry for being such an ass too."
"So, are we friends again?" Morrie asked plainly, but Lydia could see the traces of hope in her hawk like eyes.
"We've always been."
"Good, I think this calls for a strictly friendly hug then." Lydia gave a dramatic sigh and hopped off the bed, giving Morrie a quick hug. Morrie pulled back first, "Now that that's done, I think we should probably head to Potions. I need to get there early to finish my homework."
"Alright," Same old Morrie- never doing her homework… Lydia stuffed her things unceremoniously in her trademark messenger bag, and followed Morrie out the door, with a smile on her face and feeling much better about life in general.
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Lunch had been nice, and so had potions, her last class of the day. Morrie had stayed with her the whole time and looked much put off when Lydia had told her she was heading to the library. She was even more put off to find it had to do with Snape.
"Honestly, Lydia, I don't like the idea of you hanging around him. He's bad news," Morrie had said, to which Lydia waved her hand at. Morrie had agreed to walk her down to the library, and down the corridor, their destination was in sight.
"You know those are just rumours."
"And rumours always have some basis."
Lydia shook her head, "You sound just like Remus."
"Good, I'm glad to know he's looking after you."
"Morrie, stop it." They had reached the doors, and Lydia was standing beside them, while Morrie remained to the center of the hall, almost afraid to go in.
"I'm just making sure you're all right," she said seriously.
"I fine taking care of myself, thank you very much."
Morrie frowned, "It doesn't seem that way. It really doesn't…" she sighed before Lydia could rebuttal, "I guess I'll see you tomorrow, then?"
"Yeah," Lydia replied, "Tomorrow."
Morrie turned on her heal, and walked away in that certain stylish gait, not like Elle's. It was more confident, more regal, more proud.
Lydia watched her go, before moving into the library. There were a few people scattered here and there, but most had cleared out for Halloween. The Ravenclaw immediately started towards their table to find Severus already there, steadily working. She sat down next to him without a word, taking out her things and diving straight into her job.
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It was late into the night, and Severus had set a concealment charm to hide them from Madam Pince's spying eyes when she was locking up. It was about the only time she had said a word to Severus and it was one of worry.
Still she sat at the same table, looking over the same scripts, and thinking in displeasure of the feast tomorrow. Obviously, she would not be attending if Severus really was set on this project, and she was certain he was. They were actually getting a lot more done that she had thought they would, tackling over thirty pages already, they had finally reached one hundred and ten pages. Translating was getting faster and easier as they both became more accustomed to the language.
Lydia looked to her watch- five of eleven. It was late, already three hours after the library's closing and curfew. Her eyes falling on Snape, she realized that there were no signs of him stopping. She sighed and turned back to her work.
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It was five o'clock in the morning. Both Lydia and Severus had left the library in the wee hours in the morning, both desperately needing sleep and had agreed to meet back there at five, at least an hour before Madam Pince showed up. As Lydia made it to the large wooden doors, she saw Severus waiting for her. She had the duplicate key.
"Morning," she said groggily. He nodded in return.
"Good morning."
Lydia reached deep into her robes, muddling around for the key. Severus looked annoyed at this, rolling his eyes and looking down the hallway. The key finally found its way into her hands and she stuck it in the lock, muttering the charm she had worked out to open the doors. She had always been fairly good at Charms. Nowhere near Lily Evans, of course, but she had some claim to it.
The door popped open and she stepped aside, letting Severus walk through before her, "Do we know what the final count was last night?"
"One hundred and ninety three," he said, shutting the door behind him. They continued walking together to the edge of the room.
"We're making better progress better than I thought."
"If we continue working at this rate, I'm certain it will all be done by New Year's."
Lydia, though she knew it was a hush hush topic, still had that curiosity for knowledge that drove her to do well. She could not say she didn't care about what this whole thing was for, and she was the slightest bit suspicious. How could she not be? Lucius Malfoy was the most respectable of wizards and known throughout their world for his generosity and kindness, but something still irked her about the situation.
So, she asked, "Has Mr. Malfoy told you what all this is for yet?"
Severus sent her a glance, "No," he said abruptly, "I thought we talked about this."
"We did," she confirmed, "I just thought he might have told you a bit more about the whole thing."
"Well, he's not telling anything, so you can stop asking."
"Do you wonder what this is for?"
"No," he said sharply, "There's no point in worrying about it, either."
Lydia frowned, "I wasn't worrying about it."
"You seem to be. Believe me, it's nothing worth knowing anyway."
This shut her up.
They had reached the table, and both of them immediately followed their routine, dropping their bags and organizing their things. Severus whispered the concealment charm before they fell deep into their work.
At first, Lydia sunk right into it, enraptured in the text before her. She was working quickly and getting it right. Two hours later, she was too consumed to hear the various students arriving, and three after that, she was too consumed to hear them leaving for lunch. But it was around three o'clock when she started to finally get bored with the texts, and began to get distracted.
She could hear him breathing, his soft, shallow gasps resounding in rhythm, one after the other, and the scratching of his quill against the parchment. His handwriting was messy, as it always got when he was busy or involved. She could see his cold eyes flicking between the scripts and his own writing, narrowing as he found a word he could not quite understand. He would lower his face to the page, as if he could decipher it if he was closer, and his streaked curtain of hair would fall around his cheeks. He would blow at it angrily, trying in vain to push it out of his way, like the thing he was working on was too important for him to drop and move his hair back.
Barely thinking, her frail hand came off the table and reached out, her fingers brushing against his forehead as she pulled the hair out of his face. He immediately turned his head up, eyes staring through her. She quickly pulled her hand back, startled, but his reactions were quick and he caught it, holding it firmly. He looked down to it, running his thumb over her profound knuckles. She watched his actions, alarmed and at the same time, relaxed. His cold fingers against her own were refreshing, and soothed away the ache from the quill. He turned his gaze back to her face, making sharp eye contact- black meeting gray, and there was something there. It wasn't the usual contempt or irritation or concentration or boredom that she knew and recognized. No, this look was something different. The only way she could describe it was as fascination- keen fascination.
And suddenly, her hand was dropped unceremoniously on the table, and he was looking back to the scripts, his quill already in hand, "Back to work," he said harshly, causing Lydia to frown, but it got the job done.
She turned back to her own work, swallowing all the questions she wanted to ask.
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A/N- Oh, I am so, so, so awful. I am so sorry for the wait on an update. What can I say? Oh, yeah, how about 'Midterms?' Yeah, it's great fun studying all the time. I know this chapter is short and really just a bit more charcter development, but I really wanted to get something out. Hopefully I haven't lost all my reviwers…
And the infamous (joking) Storms just updated, in case any of you care. I have the next chapter of that written out, I just jave to type it up.
And now to my fabulous reviewers who I love and adore and would never get by without them!
An Anti-Sheep Cheese Muffin- Oh, man, your reviews are automatically awesome just because you incorporated the word "kewlio."
ButterflyOfLothlorien- I'm glad that you are glad Remus apologized, because I know some people were not… looks pointedly at Terry Phantom is amazing! I need to see the movie, but there is only like one theater around where I live and it is still playing Finding Neverland.
Kerichi- You hate me. I know you hate me, because I am awful and have yet ot review your stories. I really am sorry! Really I am! It's just studying and festival and I'm sorry! I swear, I am setting off a corner of time next Saturday just to read them! I swear on Snape's sexy nose!
Yeah, Lydia is a bit off, but I have good reasoning for her offishness. And as you asked, the friend to kick the sense into her! Morrie! Sorry, no Elle, but I have my reasoning! And I was being pretty bad with my Ferris Bueller aside, but it was too much to resist! Forgive me a cruel chuckle…
skytten334- I really was being mean… smiles sheepishly Sorry about getting this out so late. I totally understand what you mean by being busy. School's a bitch. And I would answer some of your questions, but I'm afraid I would slip up and reveal my whole plot to you. Heh.
And I am not reading this A/N over…. You deal with spelling errors! Hehe
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