Post by PiER on Dec 10, 2008 21:44:14 GMT -5
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the wonderful JK Rowling and when writing I was inspired by Lisa Appignanesi.
A/N: I don’t know where it sprang from or why, and I certainly don’t know if it works, but I would appreciate it if you would let me know.
Ne M'oubliez Pas
At the tender age of twelve I was a girl and Hogwarts was my world. Gryffindor. Ravenclaw. Hufflepuff. Slytherin. Transfiguration.
I was all of thirteen when he walked into my life. A disruption. The new professor with a whimsical air. A disturbance.
I was all of fourteen when he made me smile. A nuisance. Robes every colour of the rainbow. Appalling taste. Tartan matched his knobbly knees. Mouth twitched. Reluctance.
I was all of fifteen when he made me laugh. A veela, a hag and a banshee…Merriment echoed through the hallowed halls of Hogwarts. Disgruntled tapestries. Decorum.
I was all of sixteen when he first stirred the butterflies. Hair the colour of new kindled fire. Candlelight. A bother. A delightful bother but a bother nonetheless.
I was all of seventeen when he opened my eyes. Gellert Grindelwald. Purebloods. Halfbloods. Muggles. The war had arrived. Bravery. Valour. Death. A terrifying recognition.
And I was all of eighteen when he said goodbye. Eyes the colour of forget-me-nots. I had my mark to set. The world beckoned. I did not fail to remember. I could not forget.
The seasons passed.
Welcome. I came back. Hogwarts. Heart. Home.
He may have found more wrinkles, but despite those hairs of grey, his eyes still held their disarming twinkle. What once was annoying I now found charming. Hope. Remembrance. Dared to look beneath those eyes and through to the soul. Butterflies.
He may have been more than thrice my age but I loved him.
I loved the effortlessness with which he roamed through the world. My world. I loved the thoroughness of consideration he fixed upon me, as if I were a match for all his accomplishments. I loved the way he made me seem interesting.
A witch whose veins pulsed with unbridled passion. Vulnerability.
I loved his intelligence and he soon realised.
I loved his devotion, the enticement of his quest for me. I even loved the flutter of his beard on his breath. Fuzz face.
A kiss, and all was said. On lovers’ lips
He met the girl. Worked with the witch. Fell in love with the woman.
Special thanks to mmadcrazyfan for the banner, my Secret Santa Christmas gift! ;D
A/N: I don’t know where it sprang from or why, and I certainly don’t know if it works, but I would appreciate it if you would let me know.
Ne M'oubliez Pas
At the tender age of twelve I was a girl and Hogwarts was my world. Gryffindor. Ravenclaw. Hufflepuff. Slytherin. Transfiguration.
I was all of thirteen when he walked into my life. A disruption. The new professor with a whimsical air. A disturbance.
I was all of fourteen when he made me smile. A nuisance. Robes every colour of the rainbow. Appalling taste. Tartan matched his knobbly knees. Mouth twitched. Reluctance.
I was all of fifteen when he made me laugh. A veela, a hag and a banshee…Merriment echoed through the hallowed halls of Hogwarts. Disgruntled tapestries. Decorum.
I was all of sixteen when he first stirred the butterflies. Hair the colour of new kindled fire. Candlelight. A bother. A delightful bother but a bother nonetheless.
I was all of seventeen when he opened my eyes. Gellert Grindelwald. Purebloods. Halfbloods. Muggles. The war had arrived. Bravery. Valour. Death. A terrifying recognition.
And I was all of eighteen when he said goodbye. Eyes the colour of forget-me-nots. I had my mark to set. The world beckoned. I did not fail to remember. I could not forget.
The seasons passed.
Welcome. I came back. Hogwarts. Heart. Home.
He may have found more wrinkles, but despite those hairs of grey, his eyes still held their disarming twinkle. What once was annoying I now found charming. Hope. Remembrance. Dared to look beneath those eyes and through to the soul. Butterflies.
He may have been more than thrice my age but I loved him.
I loved the effortlessness with which he roamed through the world. My world. I loved the thoroughness of consideration he fixed upon me, as if I were a match for all his accomplishments. I loved the way he made me seem interesting.
A witch whose veins pulsed with unbridled passion. Vulnerability.
I loved his intelligence and he soon realised.
I loved his devotion, the enticement of his quest for me. I even loved the flutter of his beard on his breath. Fuzz face.
A kiss, and all was said. On lovers’ lips
He met the girl. Worked with the witch. Fell in love with the woman.
Special thanks to mmadcrazyfan for the banner, my Secret Santa Christmas gift! ;D
