DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter, only my ideas. I don't own the song either. It is Owl City and the song is Hello Seattle.
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That night I was dressed in my pajamas and blasting my music in the Silverstone's bathroom. I had my toothbrush in front of me and my toothpaste ready to go on it when a knock at the door made me jump and sent my toothbrush clattering to the floor. I bent to pick it up when the door opened. I sat up, trying to see who it was and cracked my head on the sink. I finally got up without hurting myself and found that I was staring into the glittering green eyes of a certain Abel Vondurri. Tears started to well up in my eyes and I blinked them away rapidly, ashamed of crying in front of him.
"What are you doing here?" I asked through gritted teeth, rubbing my head full-force. He just smiled and walked into the closet. "That wasn't a rhetorical question!"
"Oh, I know. I was just trying to get over the sight of you on the floor and then cracking your head on the sink. Very well done! Buono lavoro!" he said in Italian. I narrowed my eyes and then hissed when a headache crawled into my senses.
"Since when do you speak Italian?" I asked, glaring at him through the mirror.
"Well, I am Italian. It is only right that I would speak my native language, is it not?" He winked at me and I rolled my eyes. "You're gonna need ice for that. Unless you want a huge goose egg on the back of your head."
"And where am I going to get this said ice?" I snapped, picking up my toiletries and walking out of the bathroom.
"Come with me," he sneered, cracking a half smile at me.
"How about not?"
"Then I guess you don't need ice!" I rolled my eyes but turned around. My head was aching now and it was all I could do not to snap at him.
"Fine! Show me where the bloody ice is!" I growled, walking over to him. He just smiled and walked down the stairs as though he owned the entire place. I rolled my eyes and started to sing under my breath. "Hello Seattle, I am a mountaineer in the hills and highlands. I fall asleep in hospital parking lots and awake in your mouth."
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I was sitting on the counter while Abel was sprawled on the table in the Silverstone's massive kitchen. I had a towel of ice pressed up against the premature bump that was swelling on my head. Abel was telling me stories about Vondurri and making her out to be the oddest girl on the planet. I was cracking up and all he could do was sit there with a stupid grin on his face and let his green eyes glitter with excitement.
"So what do you do in your spare time, Acacia?" he asked breathlessly, a smile emerging again. "All Raine ever tells me is that you are just a horrible bitch with no sense of how a real witch should act."
"Oh? Is that right?" I asked, the corner of my mouth twitching up into a half smile. "Well, how would she know what a true witch should act like? When was the last time she was courteous to anyone?!"
"Courteous? Now there's a big word! I hardly expected you to be able to use one that large!" I could feel a blush creep up to color my cheeks as he teased.
"I know how to use big words! And I would hardly call that a big word!" I bit back, raising my eyebrows. He nodded and got off of the table. "What are you doing?"
"Are you hungry?" he asked, rummaging around in the refrigerator. "I know for a fact that they keep some ice cream in here!"
"I don't think that that is completely ethical," I whispered, looking around for someone lurking around the corner. "What if someone catches us?"
"They won't. And besides, this is my relative's house! And you didn't use ethical in the correct context. And you call yourself someone that can use words," he scoffed, pulling out a carton of strawberry ice cream. "Grab a spoon."
"Where are they?"
"In the far drawer over there." He pointed as he took the lid off of the ice cream. I nodded and pulled the drawer open as I started to sing.
"Hello Seattle, I am a mantaray deep beneath the blue waves. I'll crawl the sandy bottom of Puget Sound and construct a summer home. Hello Seattle, I am the crescent moon shining down on your face. I will disguise myself as a sleeping pull and descend inside of you." I walked back over to the table and placed a spoon in front of Abel. He smiled and nodded.
"What were you singing?" he asked, digging into the ice cream with a sudden ferocity.
"Nothing," I said shyly, lowering my eyes and taking a tiny spoonful of ice cream. I half expected the heat from my cheeks to melt the ice cream on my spoon.
"There's no need to be embarrassed. You sounded good. Now all I need to know is what the song was," he said convincingly, smiling sweetly. "Please?"
I shook my head and threw my spoon into the sink with a huge clatter. He shook his head and placed the ice cream back in the freezer. I looked at him with my blue eyes huge and wonderment running through my head. He just sighed and walked up the stairs. "Goodnight, Acacia. I'll talk to you in the morning."
I nodded and watched his slender body ascend the stairs. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness ring through my veins. I didn't know what I did, but whatever it was must have been massive or he was just tired. I felt a wave of tiredness fall into my brain and started to go up the stairs myself.
I started to sing quietly to myself. "Hello Seattle, I am a cold seahorse feeling warm in your sand. I sing about the tide and the ocean surf rolling in the evening breeze. Hello Seattle, I am an albatross on the docks and your boats. I sail above your inlets and interstates through the rain and open wind. Hello Seattle, I am an old lighthouse throwing beams of bright lights. Red in the morning, blue in the evening sun taking heed from everyone. Hello Seattle, I am a mountaineer in the hills and highlands. I fall asleep in parking lots. Take me above your light, carry me through the night. Hold me secure in flight sing me to sleep tonight. Take me above your light, carry me through the night. Hold me secure in flight, sing me to sleep tonight."
I made it to the room I was to sleep in and snuck a look down the hall. I saw Abel slip into his room silently and couldn't help but want to go talk to him. I watched his shadow as he got ready for bed. I turned away, shaking my head and then climbed into my bed, gratefully slipping into sleep.
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