Title: Only A Day
Author: WhyIsARavenLikeAWritingDesk
Universe: Harry Potter
Rating: T – M
Characters: Viktor/OC
Disclaimers: I do not own Harry Potter or Viktor Krum or anything to do with that world. I also do not own any of the Edgar Allen Poe poetry seen here, but some poetry will be original.
Summary: Nobody knows that Viktor Krum, the greatest Seeker in the world, the pride of Durmstrang School, is actually a closet poet. The only person aware of this, his pen pal of five years, doesn't actually know who he is. She only knows him as Viktor.
Author's Note: So sorry this part is so sort. I just haven't had the time to really go at it with the end of school and all. But now school is over and I have all the time in the world to get on with this. If you are reading this and are also a fan of my story 'Victorious Queen", I apologize. I have no inspiration towards that piece at all right now, but I hate to leave anything unfinished so I will be leaving it up. It will be on hiatus for the time being, but please feel no hesitation at messaging me or leaving a review. Who knows. Maybe the right word will set me on the right track again. Don't forget to leave me some love!
September 22nd
"It's been two weeks, hasn't it?"
"Shut up, Belle. It's not like we both have time to write each other every night."
"But two weeks?" the brunette said. "You and Secret-Lover-Man haven't gone two weeks without letters the whole five years you've been doing your whole, whole thing!"
"Thing?" Charlotte asked. "That's the best you could come up with?"
"Well every time I say affair you smack me!"
The redhead reached across the library table and smacked her friend on the arm.
"Ow!" Adabelle said.
"Serves you right," Charlotte said, withdrawing her hand. The redhead wiggled in her seat and sighed. "This corset is getting on my last nerve. It won't stay tied properly."
"Is it that new blue and silver one?" Adabelle asked.
"Yeah," Charlotte said.
"You been practicing at all? That audition is growing closer and closer, you know."
"As much as I have time for. I wish I had more time to practice, but with assignments and everything, I just can't do it all," the Ravenclaw sighed.
"Why don't we do this?" Adabelle said. "You and I can do our assignments in an old classroom after classes and you can practice while we brake. If we do that every night, then you get constant practice and I help with all these thing I don't understand."
"You are wonderful, Belle," Charlotte said, slumping as much as she could into her seat.
"I know," Adabelle said, smirking. "Why don't we start now? I'll get a classroom approved by a professor and you go get your sheet music."
"Okay. Help me put these books away first, though."
Adabelle snorted and flicked her wand. All the books on the table that belonged to the library flew to their rightful places. The books that the girls owned themselves closed and slid into their rightful bags.
"Show off," Charlotte said.
"You love me for it. Now, go! Go! Get that sheet music and I'll got talk to a professor."
"I love you, Belle! You're an angel!" Charlotte said taking off down the corridor.
"Yeah, yeah! Save the 'I love you's for Secret-Lover-Man!" the Gryffindor yelled after her.
"I don't know about this," Charlotte said nervously.
"Relax and get up there," Adabelle said.
While Charlotte had been gone to her dorm room, Adabelle had conferred with Professor McGonagall to procure a classroom. As soon as she had done that, she used all her know-how to turn the empty space into a theatre stage. Charlotte was now standing on an elevated stage with a spotlight shining down on the center. Thick, red velvet curtains swept around the room and over the stage. Charlotte sighed and motioned to Adabelle.
"Tighten my corset, will you?"
She began to unbutton her uniform shirt.
"Sure. How tight?"
"Performance tight," Charlotte said. "I need to see how tight I need to be wearing it."
"Okay," she agreed.
The brunette loosened the ties of the corset before pulling them almost painfully tight. Charlotte stood as straight as she could and let all the air out of her lungs. Adabelle tied the ends in a solid knot before ushering Charlotte onto the stage. With the first of her steps, Adabelle flicked her wand and Charlotte's pants were transformed into a full skirt in a beautiful midnight blue that matched the color of her corset. Charlotte paused and looked down.
"Very funny, Belle. Change it back."
"No way. You might was well get used to the weight. They're going to be stuffing you into some pretty big costumes for the Opera."
"I don't even have the part yet, Belle, so don't start about all the glamour. And you make it sound like I'm giant," she mumbled the last part.
"You're in no way shaped funny, or fat, or anything else but beautiful. Stop sulking and get on that stage and sing me something."
Charlotte stuck her tongue out at her best friend and climbed the three steps to the stage. She stepped into the center of the stage, into the spotlight, and arranged her skirts. Adabelle charmed a music stand in front of her and Charlotte arranged her sheet music on it.
"I don't know what I'd do without you," she said quietly.
"Go insane. Probably lose your head. Definitely be more boring," Adabelle teased. "Stop talking and belt it out."
"It's the Phantom of the Opera, Belle. You don't just 'belt it out'. Now toss me my wand," she commanded.
"Why?" Adabelle asked, doing as she was told.
"So I can start the music," Charlotte said.
The redhead tapped her sheet music twice and the air around her glittered with golden mist-like magic. The stage light lowered a bit and the sounds of an orchestra began to filter into the room. Charlotte cleared her throat.
"Think of me,
think of me fondly, when
we've said goodbye.
Remember me
once in a while, please
promise me you'll try."
Charlotte's voice floated up through the music like a phoenix rising from its ashes: clumsy at the very first, but soon the most smooth and beautiful thing in existence. She flowed with the music, rising over it when needed and becoming ultimately comfortable with herself like Adabelle had never seen before.
"When you find,
that once again you long
to take your heart back,
and be free
if you ever find a moment,
spare a thought for me.
We never said
our love was evergreen
or as unchanging as the sea...
but if you can still remember,
stop and think of me."
Charlotte stopped abruptly and began to choke on her words. The music came to a crashing halt that could have deafened a mermaid, all because of unexpected clapping from the back of the classroom.
Review if you love me, or Charlotte, or Viktor! Otherwise we will crumble to dust from heartbreak!
