Hey again! A quicker update than the last time. I'd like to dedicate this chapter to marauderette-47 because she left me a review which really just made my day. ^_^ :D Thank you so much! This chapter might not be what you expected, but I hope you enjoy it anyway!
My heart was beating so fast I thought it would explode. I looked all around me every ten seconds, looking like a maniac or something. But I didn't mind. I had to see if he was here. I had to look very closely. I couldn't risk him passing by me without noticing. This was perhaps my only chance, and I would not waste it.
I tried to remain as calm as possible, but it was hard. His last letter had left me completely speechless, and there was something about it that made me think of him as more than just a … friend.
Though, the time passed, and I didn't see anyone scratching their arm. But he said that he would be here – ten minutes ago. With a sigh I closed my eyes for a moment. What if he didn't show up? Was I a fool to actually believe that he would be here?
He was unreliable, after all. Amazing, yes, but unreliable. No wonder after all that he had been through, but I just thougt... and hoped that he would be here. I had tried to tell him that he had nothing to fear, nothing at all. Did he even believe me? Was the letter just a lie?
The questions was circling around in my head. I went into overdrive, and it felt like my head was going to explode. I checked the clock. He should've been here 15 minutes ago.
But I still waited.
And waited.
And when the match was over, and everyone had left for the castle again, I was alone. He hadn't showed up. He didn't come. He lied. And I trusted him.
I was sitting in the girls lavatory the same evening. I had a piece of parchment and my quill in my hands. They were shaking a bit, just like the first time I wrote him a letter. Or wrote someone a letter.
My thoughts began to wander again. What if he never had answered? What if someone else had found my letter?
In that case, everything would be different by now. But it was him who had found it, him who had answered it.
I had been really angry at first when he didn't show up to meet me. But now I was mostly just sad and quiet about it. First off because I couldn't tell Harry and Ron why I was so angry if they would ask, but also because I realized that I couldn't be angry with him. He was too … special to me. I was sure he had a great explanation – or maybe not – but I really didn't care that much. I tried to tell myself that I could meet him another time, but I still kept asking myself if he ever would show up if we agreed about something ever again. Because after all – how well can you trust someone you've never met?
Dear D.M.
I miss you.
Why didn't you show up? I waited for you for hours, but you never came. I looked everywhere, but there wasn't any sign of someone scratching their arm. I couldn't find you.
I hope it isn't because I just didn't notice you at that time. Because I really did my best to look at every little movement, every little detail.
I must admit that I'm a little disappointed. And at first, I was really mad. But now … now I just feel … broken.
Of course it isn't your fault. I'm sure something got in your way, something that kept you from meeting me. Or maybe you changed your mind. That's okay. I told you it's okay.
I'm desperate to hear from you. What's happening? What happened?
Wondering,
H.G.
Do it. Go meet her. Just a little longer. Maybe they won't notice? … Of course they will notice. Stupid idiots. Why am I even talking to them?
I had tried to convince myself that it was all right. That I could meet her. See her. Talk to her.
But it had been impossible at that moment.
I sighed as I looked back on the match. How she probably had been standing by the foot of the thrid tower, waiting for me. But I never came.
I knew I had to tell her why. Explain myself. And that surely was my intentions.
I knew she would write me first, as always. I was impatient – I wanted to tell her my story right away, but I also wanted to hear what she had to say.
So when I found her letter behind the gargoyle, I quickly read it and began writing on the back of the parchment a few seconds later.
Dear H.G.
I'm sorry. I wanted to meet you. But there was … complications. It's a longer story.
You see, just after I finished my previous letter, agreeing to meet you, some of my friends found me. Of course they were curious about what I was doing with a piece of parchment. Why I was writing something that wasn't even homework.
I tried to tell them that it wasn't their business, even tried to hex them. But unfortunately, they got my letter. Your letter. Our connection.
They read it and laughed. I was angry, really angry. But they knew about it, and … you know I didn't want them to. So of course they tried to follow me today, at the match. I'm sure it would have been a horrible first meeting if they joined us, and just the thought of it is a nightmare to me.
I want it to be right. I don't want any of my stupid friends to come along.
So that's why I didn't meet up. I was saving it for later. That way, it will be better – when the time comes. I'm sure you'll agree with me.
Anyway, now that they know … we have to be more careful. We can't use the gargoyle anymore. I think they know about that one as well.
As I've told you, my father is in Azkaban, and my family knows a lot about Dark Magic. So therefore, I know this spell called 'Revelio Secreto' – use it on the next letter. That way I will be able to summon it whereever you've left it.
This letter is going to be the last one I'm leaving behind the gargoyle. I hope you understand.
Once again, I'm sorry. I guess we'll have to find another time where I can see your beautiful face.
Still thinking of you,
D.M.