A leafy oak in the grounds of Hogwarts. Lying on the knots in the wood, read aloud Remus and Lily hears with his head resting on his leg, fueling rumors of school and teenage jealousy. There are still three days to Remus's birthday but Lily has beaten him his gift and now enjoy both of a first edition of "The Importance of Being Earnest." I found in London near Diagon Alley. Wilde always reminds me of you. Always. Every book, every story. Especially this one, that is fun and light, yet reeks pain behind every irony, exudes a residue of bitterness, a deep regret and shame that hides behind a half-smilel dog that is even close to black and the brightest, stick out your tongue and sit on their hind legs. - That's nice. Have you lost?
He caresses behind the ears, looking for the necklace. Nothing.
- Do not have owner, handsome? - Sink your fingers into the hair on the back, feels a kind of sudden sympathy. - How did you get here? - Turns to look at Remus as if returned the question and your friend has an expression difficult to define, among incredulous and irritated.
- sure is full of fleas.
- Do not say that. Poor.
The huge animal barks towards Remus, who still seems irritated.
- had to leave. Do not tell me quclairvoyance that Lily is a mystery. Sigh pass, reaches out and strokes the dog's head, which lies immediately next to it and wags his tail against the ground, panting faster. You can touch the head and Remus he scratches his neck and touches the ears. Painter has hands, long fingers and well-drawn that slide into the back of the dog until the animal closes his eyes and yawns, leaving do. His fingers seek the stomach, rub and slide and after a while, the dog seems asleep, with his nose resting on the leg of Remus, right where Lily had a little earlier.
- Remus, look, I think this dog loves you.
is a casual remark but the sigh of Remus does not seem like much.
- Nah, Just a dog easier.
The protest animal with an intermittent series of barks. A spring breeze stirred the branches of oak and Lily leans on the tree. Remus returns to the page you left off, reading aloud to her and the dog, who seems half asleep in her lap, safe from the anger and impatience. Remus turns the pages with one hand. The other does not rest, leaving uneven grooves in the hair on the back, written in a mysterious alphabet only has meaning in the secret language of animals. The dog Lily close your eyes and let herself in the calm that inspires him.
Before nightfall, the dog raises his head, looks intently with ears erect and runs towards Severus Snaperunning through the garden at this time towards the Slytherin tower and has to run for a thousand feet, breathless, to get rid of the monstrous
flea bag that does not stop biting his robe.
- You'll laugh, Remus, but it's like that dog reminded me of someone.
- Really?
watch the antics Lily Snape angry and you think the dog is having fun, barking, playing, messing around.
- Yes, I think the boyfriend of my sister Petunia.
Remus can not help it. His laughter is heard in every corner of the gardens.
& nbsp;
Accio spell!
CHTThat year
MLXC
especially capricious spring dawns and April, cold sneezes Scotland and Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry fully awake on a Sunday ice cream. It's James who gets up in pajamas, looking out the window and suggested that it would "celebrate" but at midnight, standing in front of the ancient stone walls three feet thick, is Remus he prepares the spell. Peter has trouble slipping and Sirius hit their feet against the ground to keep from dying of cold. - Moony, will you hurry? I balls are freezing and here Wormtail, you have not feel them. Peter, walking slowly to avoid falls, confirmed that, indeed, has no feeling from the waistbelow. Remus ignored them both, concentrated, and asks for a little silence. Sirius asked quietly course is like begging the god of rain to shine in the Kalahari desert plain. - And if you so cold in the balls, you ask James the scratch.
- Hey, Jimmy, Remus just wants me a favor.
soban It is Chincha, announces that Peter will soon pass the round of prefects and see that no one in their rooms. It's time. Remus said Griffyndor tower with his wand and his voice becomes solemn and majestic when he pronounces the spell. Accio luminem omnia!
The light beamto near a bludger that does not see where it goes and with half a dozen brooms never would achieve. James does not lose sight of how far and hear "Potter", as if shouted his name in unison hundreds of fluttering birds. Near the ground, the distance between snitch and search is becoming smaller and James Potter focuses its senses. Wind noise is eliminated and the crowd, other players disappear and the ground is getting closer, simply disappears. Obstacles and glory, everything disappears. Are left alone in the world, that golden ball with wings that looks like a moth nervous and he, James. On his broom.
a few feet above his head, Sirius dodge the opposing defense, and enters Slytherin territorymarks a decisive goal to tie. It's time.
James is aligned with the wind and the gods, stretch one arm, close your eyes and speeds. Search, find, press hard and changing course, turning great just before hitting the ground, the Snitch in his hand, flapping like a hummingbird, struggling to emerge from the water and breathe.
Griffyndor Slytherin explodes in ecstasy and lost, once again, his chances in the tournament. James catch your breath. Soon the fury around him and the crowd noise and shoulders out of the stadium. In the midst of the crowd, Sirius is energetic, high, exultant. His embrace is about to lie down and shoot the ground. Sirius literally vibrates with happiness.
- If you were notso ugly, Prongs, I'd marry you. - You put your smile
have earned the enemy, Potter, his famous smile 
solemnly swear that I will be the punishment for everything under the sun Slytherin, Potter,
almost scary smile of triumph. - God, Potter, I love you, dammit! - He grabs her neck, her hair scrambles and gives the crowd like a turkey on Thanksgiving, raising his arm like a puppet. - Ladies and gentlemen, James Potter!
- Potter?
Turn. It's so beautiful. Everything would be easier if it were not so pretty.
- Yes? Lily Evans
glance. It would, but for once, not disingenuous, not aggressive, with nothing but the quiet woman who inspires him to win all the tournaments.
- Great play.
You throat is dry. It means something. possibly due
but not out. I just thank the person whose approval means everything but somehow, pToronto, does not mean anything. It was just a game. At school all hope will be the better player but at night in a deserted corridor in which the glory has no taste, with the woman that will never be for him, James Potter would change everything for being a search engine and a significantly worse slightly better man.
- It was not that bad. you serious. Feel that just one hundred years to mature. Actually, it was not bad. - Not bad, James.That night sleep with a smile and the last thing going through your head is the quidditch. James.
is the first time he called her by name.
Note - the part that can (and
0 comments:
Post a Comment