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Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
-Eleanor Rigby, The Beatles.
loveage by tda's BitterSweetFlames
“Is it good?” I heard his voice, but I didn’t respond. I knew it wasn’t directed at me. I was just the blonde nobody knew. The little shy chick that sat in corners, her nose always in a book. Then it struck me. Nobody likes to be outside in rainy weather. Well, except for maybe me, but I wasn’t getting wet. I was sitting by the lake, somehow managing to keep my dull black umbrella steady while reading my newest discovery from the library. Nobody would want to be in the cold like this when they could cuddle by the fire. The other person, whoever this was, must be talking to me.
All this was revealed in a matter of seconds.
I looked up to see who had spoken. I knew I wouldn’t recognize them, for I only knew my professor’s names, but it was the polite thing to do. A boy about my age with sand-colored hair and watery blue eyes awaited my response. He was wearing Gryffindor robes and held an umbrella identical to mine above his head. His face was slightly tilted to the side with a patient expression as he waited for me to say something.
I hope it doesn’t bother you how observant I am when something interests me.
“I’m sorry, what?” I knew what the boy had said. I knew perfectly well, I just didn’t understand. This was a technique my father had taught me when I was younger, “If they haven’t explained themselves completely, just ask them to repeat themselves. They’ll throw in some details just in case you don’t get it.” He had then proceeded to demonstrate with our waiter.
“Er,” the boy responded, “Is the book any good?” Told you it’d work, didn’t I?
“Oh,” I glanced at it as though I needed a reminder of what it was about, “Well, the hero of the story just broke his wife’s heart. I believe he’s going to get some drinks with a few friends, so I guess the quality of the book depends on taste.”
This person that still hadn’t introduced himself stared at me with a strange look on his face.
“I’d read that book with a bit of background information,” he then proceeded to sit down next to me without an invitation.
“I’m Remus. I don’t think I know you,” he said after sticking his hand out for me to shake. Well, at least now he wasn’t just “that boy” in my mind. I let his big hand shake my small one.
“Well, Norah. What house are you in?” I gave him an obvious look and glanced at my scarlet and golden robes, “Aha. Gryffindor, I see. And how is it that I’ve never seen you before?”
I thought long and hard before I answered.
“I guess I’m not important enough for your brain to remember me.”
Remus studied me with a strange look on his face, like I wasn't something he'd seen before. Like I was something he couldn't quite understand. To tell you the truth, I didn't really get him, either. He was acting like not knowing people was a bad thing! Sure, it can be bad when you want to have friends, but what if you just don't?
a/n: Thanks for reading, I'll be getting the next chapter out as soon as this one is accepted.
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