I’ve found a way around my laziness towards this project. On my way home, when I drive to work, I always have my iPod playing in the car. These past few posts I’ve done were songs that played next in my car. I cant use the first song that plays, because I’ve already heard it prior to leaving the car. So, I’ve used the next one that plays.
Tonight’s song, comes as a fun surprise. The other day, my friend Gwen tells me that she saw a familiar character as she passed by the mirror. I had quite a clear vision of what she saw too. It was all too sweet to pass up. So, I smiled like no one’s business tonight when this song was next.
I swear, Gwen, I did NOT skip or choose this song 😉
This is a response to this previously written story.
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This face staring back at me, there’s a certain familiarity to it. I know she’s been long lost, but behind these fake eyelashes and thick eyeshadow, I see her.
The last time these eyes have smiled was a thousand years ago. When the night breeze was calm and the snow was perfectly pristine outside the tower’s floor-length windows, I remember how these eyes glimmered at the sight of your handsome face.
You carried a tune, while J.K. and Alex played the piano and the guitar. It might have been the night before Christmas, or some other glorious night before or after that, when the House decided it would be fun to have an impromptu dance, just to have a reason to sneak in some Firewhiskey and have the house elves bring in sweets and treats. There weren’t a lot of us left in the Tower. And we all had our dress gowns.
I still remember how frail you looked. It was just a few days after the full moon. You were still quite an enamoring sight. And I had to blame my blushing on too much Firewhiskey and Butterbeer. The girls knew better.
How Lae managed to get us to dance, I have no idea. But she would not let the night end without you having your hand against my bare back, against my cold skin. The skin where you have touched me shall remain warm forevermore. That part of me will remember your touch, as everything about me will know how I cannot have you.
I could never have you.
As I made my way out of Hog’s Head and into the darkness last night, a familiar figure cast a shadow against the full moon. I felt no need to turn to see who it was, for I would know that foreboding shadow anywhere.
“Funny I should see you here tonight.”
“Funny how you can still find anything funny despite the Dark times.”
“I merely thought you would be, celebrating I think would be an appropriate word for the occasion.”
There was a sneer in his voice, and the pause had been so intentional, I had to know it did not mean anything good.
“Celebrating what, exactly?”
“Or should I say mourning? I don’t know. I can’t keep track anymore whether you hate him or love him.”
I must have pulled out my wand so fast because I saw his sneer quiver.
“Spit it out, Snape. Or I swear-“
“Your Remus, and your niece. The werewolf found a lovely housewife.” My wand hand fell a couple of inches away from his neck. And I knew that my eyes had flickered for a moment. “Halfbreeds copulating. Isn’t it lovely?”
Perhaps it just easy to say I do not remember what happened next, or how I woke up in my own bed today. Staring into this majestic mirror, I see her again. That young and uninhibited girl who was careless with her act. Careless because she could not stay in character, especially around that boy with the reckless charm. Careless, because despite the years gone by, it still pains her that she missed her chance with him.
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*of course, Firewhiskey, Butterbeer, House Elves, Hog’s Head, Snape, Remus, are not mine. They are by JK Rowling, and I claim no rights against it. Merely borrowed 🙂
**All other characters that are unfamiliar are mine and my friends’ 🙂 and yes, there’s a backstory to this.
© Maia Vida : August 5, 2010
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