What was once a one-shot birthday thing, is now a story about a girl following someone who she thought she'd only see a few times. Maggie, I hope you enjoy this!
She saw him again. The day was growing closer to an end. But her fifeenth birthday had not gone as she hoped for. So many relatives streaming into their tiny house on Privet Drive.
Kisses were giving to Maggie upon each relatives arrival. And one aunt went so far as to hold her by the arms and shake her to see if her brain would get damaged. After the aunt was pulled off, the birthday girl gave up on answering the door, leaving that job to a sibling. To this day, Maggie still has no idea why her aunt would do that, knowing that Maggie was no longer young enough to get her head scrambled just by shaking her.
Maggie sat, watching as the family talked over the televison, each new person coming in and adding to the noise. Soon, everything had grown out of hand, coats were no longer placed where they should, the living room was too crowded, and she could hear the fire alarm beeping from the kitchen.
Against all the people and all the nosie, Maggie pushed her way through the thick of people, one cousin grabbing onto her leg and starting to sing an off-key version of "Happy Birthday." Soon, the whole family was in, each voice different from the last. And after that, her mother came in, singing along with relatives, a cake decorted with red icing in her grasp.
Fifteen candles waved about against the breathing of the relatives around her. If Maggie looked above all the heads, she could very well see that the edges of the room would be bare, making everyone in this house now crowded around her. Maggie made a quick wish.
Maggie wished, a quick, unimportant wish, to see the Boy on the Roof one more time. The candles were gone, and the cake was eaten, and the presents that were open consisted of socks and other things. And she wished, that maybe, that Boy on the Roof, would return again.
As Maggie stared at the clear night sky after everyone had left, each waving and kissing Maggie as they closed the door behind her, she remembered the day, at least a year ago, when she saw him. And yet, he had not remembered who she was. An umimportant girl who stared in awe at the boy sitting so high above them all.
Her blue eyes gazed out across the street, where they fell upon a quite house ten numbers down and one forward. There, in the backyard of a house so close, was a shimmer in the night. A slight shimmer, one that was in nine other places at once.
The young girl stood, thinking her imagination had come back from when she was nine. But it hadn't; the shimmers were still very much there! She had no idea what they could be, or what they could mean. Was this a result of her foolish wish with the candles? Could one of those shimmers very well be Harry Potter? The shimmers, very faintly, went away.
Maggie looked, waiting for the shimmers to reappear. But they didn't. The girl, very much in defeat of what she thought she saw, slumped back against her window seat. Her face pressed into the glass of the window, she stared at the stars.
Had she not seen the shimmers, her dreams of magic wouldn't have rekindled. And, like she did when she was younger, started to believe that there was magically beings out there.
But Maggie wouldn't see them, not for some time. And, as the last thoughts of shimmers gave way to her sleepiness, the birthday girl knew that someone had heard her plea of seeing him once more.