Running down the steep hill, my guitar bouncing off the back of my legs. My breath heavy.
It was three days into term. Today was Wednesday afternoon, or evening if we have to be more specific.
I passed Hagrid’s hut, which was a couple of meters away. Making sure no one saw me, well how could anyone see me? No one cared about me.
Romeo was annoying me at this point, hurting my arse, and my thighs. Kept me from walking.
But it didn’t stop me, I wanted to touch Romeo.
Romeo was my guitar. I got Romeo when I was seven years old, at that time I had read Romeo and Juliet. And because the guitar was a black colour I didn’t think Juliet would be an appropriate name for the guitar. Even though I think I would’ve also chosen Mercutio, I had fallen in love with Mercutio.
So here I was, heading into the black Forest. I stayed to the edge, moving farther and farther away from the castle grounds. And suddenly I heard the tinkle of the small creek. I ran along the side of the water. The creek would lead to the lake. Well more like an ocean, but it’s not salt water.
Then the forest became thicker, and I went left, jumped over the creek. I managed to get my right foot wet, but kept walking into the forest. Than suddenly I was stopped. Looking out onto the lake, here was my boulder. It wasn’t the largest boulder, but it was the perfect size for the average person of three.
Laying my guitar on the boulder, I jumped up. Swung my legs on to the boulder, and leaned against the tree that was hitched right next to the rock. The entire boulder was surrounded by trees, you wouldn’t be able to find it unless you knew the passage by heart. The rock was right on the water basically, around twenty percent on the water and the rest on the land.
Looking up at the sky, the sun was down. The sky was splashed with many different colours. Salmon pink, peach orange, prune purple, and so forth and on.
So here I am, sitting crossed legged. Biting on the green apple.
If you looked close enough you could see the faint silver line of the moon. It was thin today, extremely thin. The birds were chirping there last chirps, the wind blew through my red flannel shirt and my bell bottom jeans. If this were the morning I’d probably go in for a swim.
I woke up pretty early actually, extremely early. Usually no one is a morning person, however I was a rare case of an early waker. But these were only one of the many problems I had.
Picking up my guitar, I started to strum a small tune. Nothing came to my mind, the stars were brighter and the sky was darker at this point.
“One last candle to keep out the night...” The song filled my blood, my soul. The small wind caressed a couple of strands of my hair, blowing them round and round.
“I feel like I’m slipping away,” the song was an old one. But the darkness of the night reminded me of it. Usually I did feel lonely, sometimes I wanted a friend. No one bothered with me though, no one wanted to. The song kept playing, the words stopped singing. But they were in my head, that’s all that mattered.
Continuing to play, a tear streaked down my ivory skin. My eyes were closed, more tears tried to escape the small crevice. But failing, nothing else fell. I didn’t want anything else to fall.
Playing the last chord, I let it carry on. Even after I was done I could still here my voice singing the song, as if the forest were playing tricks on me. As if the forest were mimicking my voice, my sound, my guitar.
Sighing deeply, inhaling and exhaling I shifted myself and lied back down. Slowly, slowly, opening my eyes I saw that the sky was much darker. How humourous, how sad it is that every second someone, something can change. Just happens to fast, but I wasn’t scared of death.
At least... I didn’t think I was, was I? The point isn’t to live forever, but to create something that will. And I was, that was my only goal in life. Well actually I had two. To find my best friend, someone who I could confide in. Tell all my secrets to, someone who would take the time to listen to me, to love me for who I was. The second one was to create something that people in ten decades from now would still have something to remember me by. Even if it were just to be one person, that’s all that mattered. At least to me.
I closed my eyes again, the wind played with my body. Drifting over me, pushing my clothes here and their, my hair got in my face. However, I didn’t care.
My hand was tapping against the cold surface of the boulder, a tune coming to my head. Honestly, if it weren’t for music... I don’t know what I would do. No one at Hogwarts could see me, no one took the time to acknowledge me. My mother called me anti-social, a mistake. That’s what I was to her.
Letting out my last shaky breath, I opened my eyes. Just stared at the sky.
I could see Cygnus, or at least point it out from here. Of course I could be wrong.
And than, a shooting star crossed the sky. Before I could even blink, I whispered in the fastest possible whisper, “Someone, notice me.”
It was so odd how muggles wished on everything, fallen eyelashes... wells, stars. Everything, it was their magic. That’s why I loved muggles, hope all the time. Wizards, they had wands. Something’s wrong? I could sure tell you it could probably most likely be fixed with a flick of the wand or a brew of a potion. Sometimes... we just needed to find the magic within us. The magic everyone on this Earth had.
And even muggles, what is a muggle? We’re all humans, some of us are just born with the ability to shoot sparks out of a wand. Muggles, they had their own ways of managing. My relatives in America, for example, had telephones. No wizard in the wizarding world would know how to use a telephone! That’s magic, with a couple of wires you can talk to somebody. Much easier than sending an owl, writing the letter.
Sighing again, I got up and looked at my watch that was tied around my ankle.
HOLY MOTHER OF RAVENCLAW! It was well past curfew and I hadn’t even realised.
Like I had said, way to fast.
Jumping up and grabbing Romeo, I ran for the castle. Took me a good twenty minutes to find the creek, after countless looks up into the sky and always being careful not to wake up a forest creature. Although I could say that I think this part of the forest was part of the Care of Magical Creatures class.
As I entered the school, into of the thousands of entrances it had, I realised how dark it was.
Slowly, and extremely slowly I walked through the hallways. Not risking to light up my wand, I tried my best. Scared for my life, Peeves could be behind, or worse one of those slick Slytherins. Even though no one usually said anything, no one said anything to me, somehow I felt the school to have this eerie sense.
Walking as carefully as I could manage, I shook my head. Of course it had an eerie feel to it! It’s a school for Wizard’s and Witches, sometimes I don’t even... Rubbing my eyes, trying to get my head back on my neck. I stop abruptly, my hands in front of me.
Oh, just stairs. Ha ha, I didn’t see them. Climbing up the stairs, hand sliding on the rail, making sure I don’t go anywhere. Oh Merlin please don’t move, please don’t shift.
Even though I’ve done this, one to many times.
“Ouch!” It came out to loud, my eyes widened I looked around. How silly of me, I couldn’t see anything!
Looking around, I felt a frame, with cravings engraved on it probably.
I let out a sigh, but how do I get her to wake up? Bloody damn hell!
“Excuse me, out after hours is prohibited. I need your name please.”
I threw my head back, oh Merlin please no!
Turning around the brightest white light blinded my vision sending me backwards.
“Blimey! Are you okay?”I nodded, he seemed to believe me.
I couldn’t look at the light, what could a detention possibly do?
“Ivyanna Lecestor of Gryffindor.”
“Really? I’ve never heard of you, or seen you for that matter.”
I simply just placed a hand on the back of my head.
“Yeah...” I said it low, extremely low.
“What was that?”I forgot there had been another person with a bloody flashlight of wand standing in front of me. Prefects...
“Nothing...nothing.” I was hesitant. My guitar was here! Oh Godric please not me!
“You play the guitar?”I had to jinx it, blimey Ivy.
I didn’t say anything just waited for him to let me pass, take House points away.
Whatever it is. Please.
“Um.. yeah, you’re probably tired. All right I won’t take any points from your house or give you detention, however I will set you off with a warning,” he said sort of awkwardly.
For the millionth brilliant time that evening, I nodded my head.
Turning around and looked up at the sleeping portrait. Wonderful, bloody wonderful.
I heard the prefect chuckle behind me.
“Hard to wake her when she’s asleep. Here, there’s a spell prefects use.”
The prefect whispered in a stern voice, demanding.
“Recludo.” The portrait opened the smallest bit, but enough for my spider-like fingers to grab a hold of it and open it just enough to slip inside.
I was still standing on the first step into the small corridor leading into the common room when I noticed that the prefect was following me.
“Something wrong?” I didn’t turn around to look at him, he was in Gryffindor.
Oh Merlin help me.
Walking through the corridor and into the common, I realised nobody was awaiting our arrival. How dull witted of me, arrival? Please, be lucky if the owl decided to send me the letter one of these days.
Shaking my head, once more, I walked the steps to my dormitory, hopefully all the girls were sleeping. But before I could continue climbing the steps, the boy decided to speak. Bloody hell, really? Honestly, really?
“I’m Remus Lupin by the way.” I kept walking, Remus Lupin. BLIMEY! Why not just bring your crew down to have a long look at my Romeo, yeah?
I hope this night will be forgotten before dawn.
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