15. The Nile Against II
Hey, you...
What says you bring into my doorstep at this clock hour?
I'm... um... blinking as to why... you are... here at this time of day like this.
So...
Do I know you... exactly?
Where are you from... and why... is your... purpose on my door like home? Where are you exactly from and um... Aren't you... a little overnight to be here at this point in nightfall?
Why are you here... and...
How did... you um... know me?
Have we met...? Have we... seen each other... by hand why?
Where are you from... and how can this be that you... know my name?
Where are you from exactly and how come you arrived to see my appearance for once in a lifetime why?
You know, I rarely have visitors around, other than the ones I take care of, but um...
Where were you when we met... exactly?
Care to take a seat and dine off a tea or two?
Why must you're here, that I don't know... but how can this be to see you here as well? Where were you... and how so... to see you fit within why? Where were you exactly as told as such why?
Here...
Settle down and um...
Let's talk.
Here...
Let's tell you something:
Can I ask your name like you know mine?
What is your state of business and why you came here on such reasons of your actions?
As I confirmed, where was you? Where are you and why?
Why, I could explained why... on one note, like maybe I said last time I've seen you:
Here... I um... could give a confession to you... and what's my reason to see fit why I must depart as I remembered you slowly... I wanted at home to be in comfort and less to be apart from them, as I reminded you... and now that I'm here in my household at warmth...
Let me see about you about this and tell me to this straight...
Are you here to insist me that I should presumed on from where we was left off before we said our goodbye? Is this what you say to I for this?
Well, alright then... I shall let you withheld this carefully and nicely.
In my memory of my youth, it was the very next day at dawn like, hanging ready to see myself at will to attempt at flying as promised they wished so. I sighed at this in a heave as I had the broomstick sling firmly over my shoulders in a yawn tiredly.
From yesterday, there was no time to start the mission since I needed the encouragement in doing so, making at sure to follow their words about the use of flying the broom that was in my left fist.
After practice, I was at preparation from the assignment before off for bedding when it was at seven to dark, resting at peace and hoping at luck that I will survive from doing so.
If I could manage to use my hyperdrive car at smooth ease, then why not that I couldn't over a swift like broomstick?
It's not like it cause such harm at will, could it? Maybe it is as it was easy like for them, so why couldn't I do so as well since they think it's that way?
Well, best to hold on to myself and partake the ride in...
Besides, what would happened as I would do so?
I then bumped into someone immediately and lost my trail:
It was the boy, before me...
Harry James Potter, who seemed at nerve for a shake up front in my gaze.
From analyzing him within his spectacles, he shown a pale state in his face, holding the scroll in bitterness. I raised a brow. What's wrong with him? He doesn't seem well, but why though? Did somebody or someone told him by chance that he was to do something at task for importance the most? But what exactly though that makes him at white like it seems he'll...?
"Hey! There you are! You ready?!"
I turned a corner. It was none other than Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, Harry's known to be friends... at least, it seems to be, maybe since they at spend together. The one that spoken was... Hermione, huffing with excitement with also a broomstick that attached in luggage securely as well like I.
She swallowed and gave out, "Well, are you ready to go now? This is so exciting... Don't you think?! Well, let's prepare ourselves at flight and position ourselves at bay immediately. Harry..." She then focused upon her attention at him with a sharp bark direction.
He then shook himself from his constant zoning and properly made a noise in his mouth, directing his head upon me with an unknown behavior that seems obscured within his fog like glasses. I couldn't seen as to what was within him underneath his spectacles...
Yet, what was his problem anyway? Could there be a specific brief discussion between the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore and Harry himself?
Yet, why though? What's the mystery as to what brought him to act this way?
This isn't like him at all... and it's like he had no sense to listen upon his friend, Hermione.
Now, let us check as of now this my silent half minutes...
Well, this is when... we must depart off and I need at work upon my laundry that awaits me for at clean... for you see, I am much at will need to keep at track what I'm supposed to do on schedule before my two family members will return back to home.
So... I must say out the door in courtesy... and we shall encounter each other another time forward... when we see again a meet up in a cafe by my decision that I will expect you to be as such.
Now, goodbye, my friend and see you next time as I softly let you out the door.
Thank you for your welcome here and it's been tidings to you.
[To be continued...]