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CHAPTER 4: Crying Ladies
With another sigh, Harry closed the notebook and brought it close to his face.
"sss-Lock-sss!" he whispered in Parseltongue, causing the two silver snakes to coil together.
Harry returned the black journal and pen to his bag. He took his bag and the violet book he was reading and headed to a more secluded section of shelves—still thinking of the dream about the first kiss he and Serena had shared.
( 1:16 PM
Still in Literary and Arts Section, London Public Library)
After having had the violet book reserved, Harry Potter went to the cafeteria near the library and ate his lunch. Now he had returned from the cafeteria and was browsing some more collection of stories and poetries.
A couple of seats from him, Harry overheard two girls that were animatedly chatting about the latest in the art scene.
"Oh my gosh! I'm just so excited, her exhibit is just in two weeks!" squealed the girl with platinum blonde curls, wearing a red sweater.
Harry lifted his gaze from the haiku book he was reading and turned his head towards the girls' direction. Then he quickly went back to reading, adjusting his eyeglasses.
Another girl with short brown hair, dressed in a lilac shirt and matching jacket replied. "Yeah! They say that the Three Lights are going to be performing there too. Too bad the opening night is an RSVP bash, you know … and that's the night when the Three Lights would be playing."
The girl in red sweater exclaimed,"Ughh, it's a bummer, I know! But—"
"Excuse me, miss," interrupted Harry suddenly.
The two girls whipped their heads and looked at him. "Could you please tone down your voice a little," he told the two girls slightly furrowing his face.
"Oh we're really sorry! Okay, sorry …" the girl in lilac shirt said sheepishly.
Harry smiled a little and said, "'Kay, thanks," going back to the book he was reading.
The girl in red sweater whispered to her friend, "Cutie!" Turning their gaze again towards the boy with black hair, green eyes, and eyeglasses.
"Anyway, oh! As I was saying, the day after the opening night, Ms. Moon's works would be available for public viewing. Ooooh! I can't wait to see her paintings!" giggled the girl in red.
The brown-haired girl in lilac shirt replied, "Yup, me too! Let's go together, okay? Hey, is it true that she and the photographer David Morgan are dating?"
Harry was still getting a little annoyed by the girls' conversation that he started to get his things and leave. Not getting enough sleep could really make him a little grumpy sometimes.
The girl in the red sweater answered, "Actually, yeah, I think they dated but she never …"
Shaking his head, Harry left the table and the books he was reading and headed to the desk of the librarian.
He approached a woman who seemed to be in her late thirties. "Um, good afternoon," he greeted smilingly.
"Good afternoon. What can I do for you, young man?" the librarian, dressed in an aqua top and black blazer, asked with a warm smile.
"I'm here to get the book that I had reserved awhile ago," spoke Harry while adjusting the frame of his eyeglasses.
"Okay, ID and library card please," the librarian stated.
"Oh! Wait …" the green-eyed boy said briskly, bowing his head a little he tried to find his library card and ID inside his bag.
After moments of his search, "Oh! Here you go," he said giving his ID and library card to the librarian.
The librarian took his ID and library card, checked them, stamped something on the card, and returned it saying, "Okay, please fill in this part and sign. I'll just get your book, Mr.—" she glanced at his ID again, "Mr. Potter."
Harry took the card and uttered, "Um, sure," getting his pen from his bag.
After filling out the card, he handed it over to the librarian and said, "Here…"
"Okay," the librarian said, "Here's your book, just sign—"
RING! RING!
The phone on the lower part of the desk rang.
"Sorry, excuse me for a moment," interrupted the librarian as she took the handset.
"Hello, Literary and Arts Section—" greeted the librarian. "Oh! Mr. Sanders! It's nice to hear from you. (pause) Okay … yes, the new books just arrived this morning, definitely a great addition to our collection here. (pause) Oh, so you want them to be displayed immediately? (pause) Okay, uh … I understand. (pause) Yes, sure. Thank you very much! Okay, bye!" she finished putting down the phone.
The woman turned to Harry again and spoke, "Uh, sorry about that, Mr. Potter. Anyway, kindly sign this slip."
Harry signed the piece of paper and the librarian handed him the violet book, his ID and library card.
"Thanks," the young wizard addressed the librarian, putting the book and his stuff inside his bag.
"You're welcome, Mr. Potter," smiled the librarian. "Uh, you don't come here very often, don't you? Are you a student at the university?" she asked.
The young wizard replied, "You mean, the University of London? No, I'm not a student there. I go somewhere else … and I just go here in the public library during our school breaks or if I have free time. I usually go to my school's library."
"And where is that?" the woman inquired.
"Well …" Harry said, thinking carefully of what he was going to say next.
'Darn! I can't tell her I'm a wizard and studying to be an Auror,' he pondered silently.
"Well, I go to this special school for those who'd like to be a detective … ummm … or sort of an investigator … to track down and capture those … ('Dark Wizards' he thought) … criminals," lied the green-eyed boy.
"Hmm, I see, very interesting," said the librarian.
Then Harry leaned towards the desk and whispered, "Um, please don't tell anyone about that. Our school would like its students to have a low profile. You know … so that criminals won't suspect anything."
The librarian smiled at him. "Oh don't worry, Mr. Potter. My lips are sealed," she promised with a wink. "Hmm, that explains the book you borrowed—'Stories of Mystery'—the perfect book for a mysterious young man, like you," she said sly smile.
"I guess so," the green-eyed boy chuckled softly. Starting to leave he said smilingly, "Well, I better go now . Thanks again, Ms.—"
"Mrs. Collin," the woman said extending her right hand, "Mrs. Nancy Collin. But you can call me 'Mrs. Nan' … everyone calls me that."
Harry took her hand and shook it lightly. "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Nan. I'm Harry Potter … just plain 'Harry'."
"Harry," Nancy said letting go of his hand, "the mysterious boy. Oh! By the way, you have mentioned awhile ago you're in your school break, right?"
Harry nodded. "Uh, yes. Why?"
"Harry, you remember the person I talked to in the phone? That's Mr. Philip Sanders, one of the library's big contributors. Every year, he and his wife donate rare collection of books and other reading materials, usually obtained from their travels and tours of different cities and countries. The Sanders patronize art very much and just this morning, the new collection of art books had arrived and had been delivered here," answered Nancy.
"So … what does that have to do with me?" Harry asked curiously.
The librarian smiled. "You see—in two weeks, there's going to be an exhibit just beside this building, the Hayward Gallery. Most of the books that were just delivered are basically about the Greek-Roman art and mythology. And the exhibit's theme is all about mythological gods and goddesses. So, Mr. Sanders wanted for the new books to be arranged and displayed, together with the exhibit posters and flyers…you know, promoting BOTH the exhibit and the new arrival of books. And Mr. Sanders wanted to hire students to help me with the arrangements," she explained.
Harry who was enlightened a little asked, "But why hire students? Doesn't he have people to do that?"
"Well, Mr. Sanders wanted students for this project, since it's school break. And he knows that some students are looking for part-time jobs during vacations. So, Harry,
are you interested?" asked Nancy.
"Uh …" Harry thought for a moment.
"Oh please say yes, please say yes," the friendly librarian pleaded.
"Sure! Why not. Besides, at least it would keep me busy," the green-eyed wizard affirmed.
"That's great!" exclaimed the librarian with a big smile. "And besides being paid, students would also be given special invitation for the opening night of the exhibit,"
she added.
"Really?" Harry said. "That's cool!"
"Yes, it's great, isn't it!" agreed Nancy. "Hey, is it okay if I show you the books right now? And start with the preparations immediately? Unless … of course if you have other engagements this afternoon."
"No, not really, I can start right now," told Harry.
Nancy beamed widely again, "Okay! So, let's go!"
She left the desk and guided Harry. Suddenly, she stopped and turned towards a student assistant. "Uhh, Lizie, you take care of the desk, okay?"
A petite girl in brown sweater answered, "Sure, Mrs. Nan."
The librarian turned towards the Boy-Who-Lived. "Come on, Harry. You know what,
I'm really, really excited about the books. You know the pictures and other visuals, they are absolutely stunning and …"
Harry smiled, following the librarian and listening quietly as she informed him more about the books that they would be arranging.
Little did he know that destiny had started its plan to fix the things that had been greatly damaged.
It was now starting to fix his heart.
( 3: 05 PM
Camden Town, London )
Two giggling girls, holding shopping bags, walked around one of the busiest towns in London, Camden Town. Hermione and Ginny had been visiting different shops, checking
trendy clothes, and buying little knick-knacks for more than an hour now.
After having lunch—Hermione, Ginny and Ron had decided to get out and enjoy the rest of the afternoon.
First, they went to the planetarium and then visited the Regent's Park. From the park, they finally headed to Camden Town, much to the delight of the two girls. Ron was starting to complain about carrying the bags, so he left the two girls with their shopping and had agreed to meet with them at a small café.
At the moment, Hermione and Ginny were sauntering along Primrose Street, chatting about the different stuff they had bought and seen.
"Oooh Mione," said Ginny, dressed in printed top and plain skirt, "I think that pink shirt with white bunnies that you bought, would really look cute on you!"
Hermione, wearing a white turtleneck and jeans, chuckled, "Mm-mm-yeah! The moment I saw it I had to grab it fast! There was this other girl who was eyeing it…and it was only a matter of seconds when she almost snatched this shirt away from me! Oh, I just love the cute little bunny designs!"
Ron's younger sister laughed, "Haha, yeah! The little bunnies kind of remind me of Serena. You know that one weird hairstyle she wore, with those round meatballs thingy … it really looked cute on her, like soft bunny ears hanging down her head."
"Yes, she really looked cute in it," the muggle witch replied. "Harry just adored that hairstyle of hers . I … I …" Hermione suddenly stopped walking and bent her head down.
Ginny stopped walking as well and stared at her friend. "Mione?"
Hermione looked up and tears started to rim her eyes. "I … I miss Serena , Ginny. She's a very good friend ."
"Oh Mione …" spoke Ginny softly, tears forming in her eyes too, "Don't cry. I miss her too. She's so kind and sweet. And she was a bookworm like you too …"
Some passersby were looking at the two girls who were having their dramatic moment.
But the two girls seemed to be in their own little world, weeping for the loss of a friend.
Neither of the girls noticed that people were watching their crying session.
The brown-haired girl spoke again, "Sometimes … it's still difficult to understand…why she had to die … I don't know why … and Harry … hi-his heart had been broken ever since … It's so sad … sad … to see him like this … he still feels guilty for not being able to save the person he loves the most …"
The young Weasley wept silently. "Mione … I wish we could see Serena again … I wish … Harry would stop blaming himself … I … really miss Serena too …"
"Yes, we all miss her," Hermione confirmed with a sniff. "And I … I'm very glad … I snatched that shirt away from the girl …"
The two girls stared at each other for seconds, then they giggled.
"Oooh Mione," smiled Ginny, wiping her tears and sniffing.
The brown-haired girl responded, "Come on! People are looking at us already, like two lunatics!"
Ron's sister countered, "Well, we were crying a minute ago...then laughing…but we aren't lunatics …"
"So what does that make us?" questioned Hermione.
Ginny looked at her with an uncertain face and answered, "Um … crying ladies who like to laugh?"
"Crying ladies who like to laugh?" the muggle-born witch asked. "Crying ladies who like to laugh is much better than lunatics. That's a good euphemism!" Hermione chuckled.
Ginny beamed even more. "Yes! Hey Mione! Let's go over there!" the young red head said, pointing towards a shop named 'Golden Memories'.
"Golden Memories?" spoke Hermione, gazing at the words painted in gold. "Hmm, sounds interesting and nostalgic. Come on, let's go," she finished, dragging her friend Ginny towards the store.
The two girls entered the store and marveled at what they saw.
The whole store was painted in brown, making it all homely. Yet if one were going to look at the walls more closely, one would notice the exquisite brush of gold, creating a magical, delicate atmosphere.
The shelves that contained the items were all painted bronze and had this little rusty, fading effect. The items themselves were truly remarkable—picture frames of various tints, sizes, and shapes; beautiful lockets with plain designs to the most intricate ones; water balls with nice small figurines and sparkling dusts inside them.
It was the perfect gift shop! Anyone who went to this store would truly be amazed. Just like Hermione and Ginny, who were now checking the different items on the shelves.
"Look, Mione!" the young red head gasped, holding a paperweight that looked like two birds resting on a nest. "Don't you just think this is cute?" asked Ginny to her friend.
Hermione went over to her and inspected the object. "Wow, it's really nice! Very unique indeed."
Then something on another shelf caught the muggle's eye. "Oohh! Wait, here Ginny! I'm going to check those bookends there!"
"Okay, I'll just be here," said Ginny.
The muggle witch headed towards the shelf with assorted bookends, bookmarks and bookcases. Hermione smiled from ear to ear as she studied the wonderful curios in front of her.
"Hi, there!" a woman in her 40's suddenly said. She had beautiful hazel eyes and long wavy black hair and was wearing a simple floral dress and matching cardigan.
"I'm Peggy, I'm the owner of this store. Is there anything I could help you with?" the woman added, watching the brown-haired girl with a smile.
Hermione beamed at her. "Nice to meet you, Ms. Peggy! I'm Hermione and that girl with red hair is my friend, Ginny," pointing at Ginny's direction.
The young red head saw Hermione pointing towards her and a woman with black hair, and waved at them smilingly. Then she went back to perusing the paperweights again.
The muggle witch turned back to the woman with hazel eyes, "Ms. Peggy, I just want to say … that I love your store so much! It's fantastic! Looking at all these items just gives me this warm, pleasant feeling."
Peggy smiled at her. "I'm very glad you like it! This store is very special to me…it does not only help other people to remember wonderful memories, it also helps them to create new ones. It helps me to create my own."
"What?" Hermione questioned, "Uh, what do you mean?"
The kind owner stared at her tenderly. "You see, I built this place with the help of my brother and friends … in memory of my late husband. He died 5 years ago due to an illness. And now, this store keeps all the memories we had. And I share these memories with others."
Hermione took the woman's hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "Hmm, Ms. Peggy, that's really nice. I'm sure your husband is very happy, especially with what you've done with the memories that you've had with him. You're making others happy. You're creating new memories," the brown-haired girl said earnestly.
Peggy returned a gentle squeeze to Hermione's hand and said, "Thanks, Hermione. I—"
CRASH!
Peggy and Hermione turned their heads quickly towards the source of the sound. Ginny just dropped a glass paperweight on the floor and remained frozen on her spot, staring at something … or rather at someone.
The mysterious person waved at Ginny's direction and said to her, "Miss, are you alright?"
Hermione then turned her attention towards the person who spoke to her friend, and gasped—
"Serena …" the muggle witch whispered, not believing what her eyes were seeing.
There stood, about seven feet away from Ginny—Serenity Moon, her long silver hair in a braid, wearing a light brown knee-length coat over a yellow tunic, and baby pink capri pants.
"Serena!" shouted Ginny, as she dropped her shopping bags, ran to the unsuspecting girl and hugged her tightly.
Peggy looked at Hermione and was shocked to see the girl crying silently. "Hermione? Hermione, are you okay? Hermione?"
The brown-haired girl dropped Peggy's hand and slowly embraced her. Peggy was still confused but hugged the crying girl back.
"Shhh, there, there…" the owner of the store calmed the crying girl.
Hermione just hugged the woman more tightly and said in a muffled voice, "She's back! Serena's back!"
"Serena?" asked Peggy.
The brown-haired girl released her from the hug and wiped her tears. "Serena," said Hermione, pointing towards the surprised silver-haired girl still being hugged by Ginny. "That's my friend Serena…I thought…we…all thought she died."
Peggy looked towards the lady artist's direction. "You mean, Ms. Moon? Serenity Moon?" the storeowner asked.
The muggle witch whipped her head towards Peggy and argued, "Serenity Moon? That's not her name … she's Serena, a friend of mine, she—"
Hermione stopped suddenly and went over to Serenity and Ginny. She spoke to the blue-eyed girl, "Serena, it's me, Hermione …"
( SERENITY'S POINT OF VIEW )
"It's really nice to be here, Peggy," the silver-haired artist said to the storeowner. "I just love it here! It's one of my favorite places here in London," she added with a smile.
Peggy looked at her and chuckled, "Haha! I know how much you love this place; it's like one of your little havens."
"That's true. My other little haven is the studio. I…I think could live there forever," Serenity giggled as she stared at a white frame in her hands.
Peggy smiled at her friend and replied, "Well, your exhibit is in two weeks, and I'm really excited and happy for you."
The Lunarian princess just smiled at the storeowner.
Then, two girls, one with red hair and the other with brown one, entered the store and gasped at the items they had found.
The young painter gazed at the two girls marveling at the items dreamily. "Haha! Same reaction I had when I first stepped into this place," she whispered to Peggy. Then she asked, "Does this store create such reaction to all your customers all the time?"
The black-haired woman giggled, "Yeah, kind of! Just stay here, okay? I'll just get over there and help the two girls. They seem to really like the paperweights."
Serenity smiled and gazed at the two girls again. "Yeah…just go there. I'll be fine here."
Peggy smiled at Serenity Moon again before she approached the girl with brown hair wearing white turtleneck.
After few moments, Serenity cast a glance at Peggy who was happily conversing with the brown-haired girl. 'Hmmm, she looks familiar …' she thought as she did another glance towards the girl with brown hair.
The lady artist walked over to a smaller shelf with brown baskets, containing candles and candleholders. She picked up a pink scented candle, brought it towards her face and smelled it. Then she placed it back to the basket and looked at the other stuff inside it when—
CRASH!
Serenity turned her head towards her left and saw the red head girl with mouth agape, pieces of glass paperweight by the girl's feet.
"Miss, are you alright?" the lady artist asked the girl.
The red head girl whispered something, but the Lunarian princess couldn't hear it.
Suddenly the girl yelled at her direction, "Serena!" Then, she ran towards Serenity and hugged her fiercely.
"Serena, it's you, Serena! I miss you so much …" the red head kept on saying to her as she cried even more.
The Lunarian princess was so shocked. She looked around her and saw the other customers watching them. She tried to move but couldn't, because of the girl's tight hold on her.
She began to speak, "Uh, miss? There must have been some mistake…my name is not Serena. I'm Serenity Moon. I—"
"No!" the red head cried, "How can you not remember? We all thought you died … Harry had never been the same ever since you died. And now you're back, you're back!"
Serenity was totally at a loss, as she listened to the rambling words of the sobbing girl. She just let the girl hold her and cry, feeling kind of sad towards the poor girl.
Then the young painter heard the girl with brown hair say something. "Serenity Moon? That's not her name . . . she's Serena, a friend of mine, she—"
The brown-haired girl walked towards the lady artist and the crying red head.
"Serena, it's me, Hermione …" the brown-haired girl spoke.
"Miss, I don't know you. And my name is Serenity Moon," the Lunarian princess told the brown-haired girl. "You're friend here kept on calling me that name too," she added, gesturing towards the red head who was still crying and hugging her. "Ah, Peggy…a little help here, I cannot breathe."
Somebody touched Hermione's shoulders. The muggle witch turned her head and saw Peggy.
"Ah, Hermione," the store owner spoke, "I think we better go at the back, at my office…I don't want to cause a scene in my store," the black-haired woman said, guiding Hermione towards her office.
"Cindy, watch over the store, okay? Ask Greg to help you here," Peggy said to her assistant.
Hermione let Peggy steer her towards a room at the back of the cashier. She kept on glancing at the silver-haired girl behind them, who was guiding Ginny towards the same direction. Ginny had finally stopped hugging the lady artist, but still she didn't let go of her left arm.
The four women went to a small room, which looked like an office. Peggy helped Hermione to sit on the couch, putting their shopping bags aside, while Serenity and Ginny sat on another small couch across them.
The storeowner looked at the scene before her—Hermione was still sobbing silently, staring at silver-haired artist; Serenity still seemed baffled, but was trying her best to calm the sniffing red head beside her.
"I'll just get some tea," announced Peggy, leaving the three girls in the room.
When the storeowner left, Hermione was the first one to break the silence.
"Serena—" the muggle witch said. "I mean Serenity …"
Serenity looked at the brown-haired girl who called her name.
"Don't you remember us? I'm Hermione Granger and that girl with you is Ginny Weasley," the muggle witch told the silver-haired girl.
The Lunarian princess smiled softly and handed the red head girl beside her with some tissue.
She turned to the brown-haired girl and answered, "Miss Granger, I…I really can't remember you, or this friend of yours beside me. I'm not Serena…liked what you called awhile ago. I'm Serenity Moon, and I'm an artist. I'm living here in London with my friends—the Three Lights—and I'm studying at the Royal Academy of Arts."
Suddenly, Ginny spoke, "Miss Serenity …"
The lady artist stared at the girl beside her and smiled, "Yes, Ginny? You're name is Ginny right?"
The red head nodded and smiled at the artist. "I … I … still cannot understand what's happening. And I'm sorry for running towards you like that, and hugging you too tightly.
It's just … it's just …we miss our dear friend, Serena … so much … and she looked like… just like you. Only she had this silver gold hair, yours is pure silver."
Serenity just couldn't help but feel attached to the red head who was talking to her.
She hugged the girl lightly and said, "Ginny, I understand. I may not be the Serena you were talking about … but I hope … I hope you'd like me to be your new friend."
The young painter released Ginny and turned towards Hermione and said, "You too, Ms. Granger. It would truly make me happy if you let me be your friend. I know that—"
Hermione suddenly stood up and hugged the silver-haired girl. Serenity was slightly surprised but hugged the brown-haired girl back. She understood the pain and sadness that these two girls were feeling.
The muggle witch cried again and told the Lunarian princess, "Thank you … Serenity …
I don't mind having you as a friend. You're just like her. You're so kind and warm."
Serenity let go of Hermione. "That's great! Now as my friends, I want you two to call me Ser, okay?" she told the two girls with a smile.
Hermione and Ginny looked at each other and laughed, "Okay, Ser!"
"Ehem," the storeowner suddenly interrupted.
The three girls looked towards the direction of the voice, and saw Peggy, carrying a tray of sweets and tea.
"Well, it was really touching to see you three crying and hugging each other. But you're tea here is getting cold," the black-haired woman smiled, putting down the tray on the table.
"Is this my favorite, Peggy?" asked Serenity, gazing at the tray of food.
The storeowner replied, "Yes, Serenity, it's your favorite. Jasmine green tea."
Hermione went back to her seat and wiped her tears. Peggy joined the muggle witch on the couch and handed the girls their tea.
"You should really try this, girls. It tastes great and it's very calming … that's why it's my favorite," the blue-eyed artist told Ginny and Hermione, stirring her tea.
The two girls smiled and sipped their jasmine tea.
"So what happened when I was gone," the black-haired storeowner asked.
"Well …" Serenity started, glancing at her two new friends. "Let's just say that I was able to clear things up. It has only been a mistake; I just looked a lot like their deceased friend. But it's okay now … Hermione and Ginny here are my new friends … and I'm inviting them to the opening of my exhibit," the young painter finished with a smile.
"Your exhibit?" Hermione inquired.
"Yes, Hermione," Peggy replied, sipping her own tea. "Serenity here, is holding her own art exhibit at the Hayward Gallery, two weeks from now."
"Really?" asked Ginny, looking at the silver-haired girl.
Serenity smiled and took a piece of cookie. "Yes, that's true. The opening night is like a dinner by invitation basis. There would also be a band that would be performing there, to set the mood…and to make the night more special," the artist explained, taking a bite of her cookie.
"Wow, that's awesome!" exclaimed Ginny.
The Lunarian princess glanced at her and laughed, "Y-yeah, it's cool! But I just can't help but feel nervous. I don't know why…but I think there's still something missing…I don't know what, but…I feel I could still add something to my works…"
"Add something to your works?" questioned Peggy. "But your works are all prepared now. I mean, you mentioned to me that they were already framed and coated and … other stuff …"
"Yes, but something is just missing … I don't know … I 'm having a hard time describing it," the blue-eyed painter said.
"Serenity," Hermione said, putting down her tea on the table. "I'm just curious, what is your exhibit all about?" asked the brown-haired girl.
"Ah! Well, the exhibit's theme is essentially Greek-Roman mythology. The paintings would feature gods and goddesses such as Helios, Eos, Artemis, Venus, and Mercury. But the spotlight would be on my favorite, Selene." Serenity expounded.
"Selene? You mean the Greek goddess of the moon," clarified Hermione.
"Yes, that's right. That's the reason why the exhibit was named MOON CHRONICLES. Well … also because the works that would be shown are made by yours truly—
Serenity Moon," replied the lady artist.
'Hmm … goddess of the moon,' the muggle witch thought. 'Serena admitted to us before that she was the moon princess. And Serenity here truly resembles Serena, except for the silver hair. And not to mention her surname—Moon. I have a strange feeling that Serenity IS Serena, and she just doesn't remember us.' Hermione reflected.
"Hermione? Are you okay?" asked Peggy.
"Yeah, I'm okay … just thinking," told the brown-haired girl.
"Thinking of what, Mione?" Ginny questioned.
"Just thinking of how we could help Serenity with her exhibit. You know, she told us that something seems to be missing …" explained Hermione.
"Oh Hermione," Serenity said sad smile, "that's very nice of you. But you see, I myself, don't know what seems to be missing."
The muggle witch replied, "Well, Serenity, I know we could help you somehow … maybe—" Hermione thought of something suddenly.
"Maybe what?" asked the silver-haired girl.
Hermione continued her musings, 'That's it! Harry had been writing stories and poems about Serena. I had read a couple of his works … and they're good. His poems are very descriptive and moving.'
"Perfect!" the brown-haired girl suddenly said.
"What's perfect, Mione?' asked Ginny.
"Serenity, I have an idea," Hermione beamed at her 'new' friend. "You know, I have this friend who writes poems and anecdotes inspired by the moon goddess, Selene … perhaps … you want to include some text or lyrical words below your paintings … to add something extra to your works," she finished.
The Lunarian princess stared at the brown-haired girl like she grew two heads.
"Serenity?" said Hermione waving her hand in front of the girl, "Earth to Sere—"
"Oh, Hermione! That's brilliant!" the young painter exclaimed. "I think it's a great idea! People won't just view my works … they would also be able to read them, imagine them, feel them more … like … they're being told a story … a narration that would bring them to a new world … the world of Selene," said Serenity with a dreamy look on her face.
"Oh thank you, Hermione!" the lady artist squealed happily, hugging Hermione.
She released her brown-haired friend and asked eagerly, "So when can I see your friend's works?"
The muggle witch nervously smiled and said, "Ah well, hmm. Let me tell him of the plan first, okay? Then I will inform you as soon as possible, especially since your exhibit is just in two weeks."
"So, your poet friend is a guy. What's his name? And what if he doesn't agree with the plan? What if he doesn't want me to read his works?" questioned Serenity with a worried face.
Hermione giggled at Serenity's reaction. She took the artist's hands and stared into her blue eyes. "His name is Harry. And don't worry; I'll do everything to convince him and let you read his works. I know his words would fit your artworks perfectly, Serenity. So, don't worry," she assured the painter.
"Oh Hermione!" Serenity exclaimed, hugging the girl again. "You're an angel, Hermione! Thank you … I'm really glad I met you!"
The brown-haired girl smiled as she returned the hug. "I'm glad I met you too, Ser …"
Hermione said, giving Ginny a wink over Serenity's shoulder.
Ginny, who was conversing with Peggy, saw Hermione wink. She smiled at her muggle friend; she knew Hermione had a plan.
'Actually, I'm glad I met you AGAIN, Serena …' Hermione thought smilingly, hugging the lady artist.
Author's Notes:
A lot of waterworks here … teehee! (smiles) I do admit, I'm a crying lady who likes to laugh, sometimes.
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