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Her syllables aren’t as sharp as a hearing person’s, and I realize she truly is deaf. That little fact hadn’t completely hit me until right then. Should I talk back to her? Or wait for Sirius to translate? I have no idea what to do so I simply stand and smile like an idiot.
Remus stands aside for me and surprisingly takes my bags and lifts them into an overhead compartment. I realize then that he’s quite strong, and I wonder vaguely how he got that way. I say thank you with what I hope is gratefulness in my voice. I also hope he doesn’t notice I was staring at him as he shoves my trunk under the seat.
“Just so you know,” she says leaning over, “I don’t know what house I’m going to be in.”
“Sometimes, you’ve got to lay all your cards on the table,” I say, knowingly making a bad poker reference.
A Dark Mistake
There’s a war fast approaching though, and everyone can feel it in the air. The ceiling in the Great Hall has been dark and stormy since I’ve arrived although I don’t think the two events coincide that much at all. Still, there are sides in every war, and there’s only two. It’s not like they give you many options do they? Either way, I’m bound to be fighting against one of my brothers in the end.
A Good Person
Clover realizes she’s on the losing side but refuses to admit defeat so she spins on her heels and walks away at a fast pace. In fact, is she walked any faster, she’d be running.
I watch his sneakers leave without him knowing I’m watching him at all. I’m thinking I should have made that deal with him today. I’m thinking everyone seems to be leaving me these days.
Before I’d questioned her feelings for me and her miscellaneous secrets, but now, there’s only one question on my mind.
I was glad that I had chosen to play dumb for I knew that the Dark Lord could read minds more easily than I can read secrets. If I simply had to use my hands to communicate he couldn’t read anything on my face. I’ve learned through my lack of hearing that words give away much less than emotions that flicker across one’s eyes.
“I know your secret,” she says smirking.
The imperfection of it mirrors exactly the emotions in my heart so it fits exactly like a puzzle piece into my being. It’s everything and so much better than any sound I could ever hear.
She leans over me and applies the ointment slowly to each cut before bandaging the bigger ones. She works faster but more nimble than James, and her touch is light. It’s making me feel slightly hazy in fact. I never thought my healing process could be so…exhilarating.
Reality has become too much for me and I just…let it go.
It was a beautiful day for my father’s funeral.
Before I go to sleep however, I think how strange it is that the four of us can sit around and joke about less than serious subjects when we are all sitting on the edge of a great war and we all have so very much to lose.
In the end, he stomps away without saying a word to me, and I relax and settle in to a blissful haze filled with images of Clover lying next to me and her hands all over me. I wonder what would have happened if Sirius hadn’t so rudely interrupted us.
Such Great Heights
I realize that’s all either of us have anymore and it could be snatched up in a without a moment’s notice. Our very capability of living could disappear like a wisp of smoke in the night.
I watch as the last bit of snow falls to the bottom of the globe sadly and pensively. So much is held in that tiny little grain, and yet, in the end, it is just a grain. What could such a small piece of the world accomplish?
We crawl army style along the wet grass like insidious snakes until we reach a hefty overdone tombstone bigger than the three of us combined. I take the liberty of peeking around the huge stone and what I see before me is disheartening.
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