The sun danced through golden fields of wildflowers, which moved in sync, as though in a slow waltz with the breeze. It was a secluded field at the top of a mountain. The air was cool, but the sun warm. The only sound to be heard was that of the leaves rustling in the trees that surrounded the clearing then extending into the dark forest where all was silent.
A loud “pop” pierces the silence, followed by the soft sound of bare feet running through the flowers, which moved as she went through them as though parting just for her.
A second “pop” makes its way through the air. The person produced this time is a man who as soon as he appears looks around, looking as though he is searching for something, or someone. He sees the girl and smiles, giving chase.
She squeals and runs away, hindered by her long skirt. White, it blends in with the daisies, almost as much as her worn jean jacket contrasts their color. Hindered as she is it doesn’t take long for the man to catch her. He slows himself down before reaching her, pausing to stare at his prey. Long hair whipped around in the breeze. White golden blonde, it is almost the exact color of corn silk. Her face is lacking in make-up, but has a beauty of its own shining through, her cheeks, flushed from running from him, her lips red from that habit she has of chewing on them and her eyes a vivid green, light at the moment, but he knew, he had seen them as dark as a nighttime forest when she was angry or, preferably in his opinion, when she was aroused in those nights they spent alone, away from friends.
Such eyes were now narrowed, looking at him curiously, as though wondering why he had given up chasing her. He smiled, before leaping forward, tackling her to the ground, always careful to make sure that he hit the ground first, before rolling over and pinning her to the ground, looking down at her and grinning with the satisfaction of knowing that he had won their little game.
She smiled reluctantly back and rolled her eyes, “Yes, you win Black. Now let me up.”
He grins wider, “No thanks Jules, I’m good here, and what did I say about last names?” he pouts, making the “puppy-dog face” that no woman can resist. Except for her. “You wouldn’t want to hurt my feelings, would you?”
She grins mysteriously, her eyes flashing, “I live for it dahhling,” she said with a slight drawl lengthening the last word. “But you simply must let me up. Because you know that we have dinner guests tonight and that out of you, James, Lily and I, I am the only one who can cook anything besides eggs, toast, and macaroni and cheese, without burning our house down. And besides, you cannot live without me.” She added the last part with a cocky grin that stated that she knew it was true and he didn’t need to confirm it.
Sirius wrinkled his nose before jumping up and taking her hand, helping her up as well. “What you say is, most unfortunately true. I shall have to inform Prongsie that his wife-to-be must learn to cook, so that we, or more particularly you, do not have to, and I can spend more time with my absolutely perfect girlfriend.”
Sirius knew that with most girls, this speech would have them swooning before grabbing him and pulling him to themselves in a passionate kiss. He knew better than to expect this however, and received instead a slap on the arm; and not a horribly light girly one either.
“Don’t call me perfect.” She muttered crossly, sticking her tongue out at him. He didn’t argue.
The truth was though, that she was perfect. For him.
She was nagging, pushy, stubborn, determined, spontaneous, crazy… Merlin, there were so many descriptions. She was far from perfect, but as far as he could see, the imperfections were all there so that she would be his perfect. Unable to fit so well with anyone else. She drove him crazy, but would get out his problems, and make him solve them. She didn’t let him mope, or drown in self pity, but set out to correct the problem so that everyone could be happy again.
She was looking at him oddly again.
“Why are you staring at me with that stupid smile on your face?” she asked bluntly, with a slight giggle. “Come on, James and Lils must be thinking that we’ve abandoned them by now.” And she disappeared from his arms with another small pop. Her hair whipping into his face from within the circle which she turned.
Sirius lingered, looking around at the clearing. The air was still, the daisies still moving in their waltz with that slight breeze that would not desist. The daisies with their corn silk- colored petals. He shook his head out of the daze that had enveloped him at the thought of her, even her mere hair. Love was doing things to him. Corn-silk would, apparently never be the same again.
One last pop echoed through the clearing as Sirius joined his Jules. All was still.
A single daisy petal fell.
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