Just cos you feel it doesn’t mean it’s there
(there’s someone on your shoulder)I was stunned.
Somehow the conversation had gone from telling the Hufflepuff to mind her own business to me being her personal lemon bar guinea pig. Leaning against the wall of the castle I watch her walk away, never turning around her curiosity had been sated. Blonde tendrils sway as she approaches the large entrance doors, her eyes lock with mine before she is gone.
The encounter felt like a dream, so I treat it like one; pushing it into the depths of my mind.
Until one morning I almost step on a fresh batch of lemon bars.
Damn Hufflepuffs.
Godric Gryffindor → Richard Madden
Rowena Ravenclaw → Gemma ArtertonGodric was without a doubt the bravest man Rowena had ever met. He always returned victoriously from a battle. He always returned unharmed, smiling charmly. Yet now that he was standing in front of her, armor shining in the bright light of the spring day, she was left speechless, taking in his features - the features she had missed so much.
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Some believed Godric was conquering in all the battles, because he had such a strong will. He knew the truth was the thought of returning to Rowena kept him alive. Sometimes, when in a war, he would close his eyes for some seconds and have the picture of her right before his eyes - brown locks swaying around her shoulders, the faint of a smile on her delicate face. And every time he would return from a battle, she would wait for him. And he would smile at her, unable to tell her just how much he’d missed her.
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“It’s nothing Ro’…”
Healing spells weren’t his forte and looking at all the blood covering her chest, the ones he remembered would have been just a waste of precious seconds.
“Shh,… it’s nothing, it’s nothing,” he couldn’t stop repeating. “You’re gonna be okay.”
The ground felt soft and cold against her back and Rowena didn’t mind so much the red liquid on her blue dress. She would no longer need it anyway.
“You’re gonna be okay,” Godric whispered again as he brushed hair out of her face.
It was a lie. He have been on enough battlefields to identify a lethal wound and she have read enough medical books to recognize a mortal injury. They both knew it.
“You’re… gonna be okay.” Again.
Lady Ravenclaw smiled softly.
“You always were a terrible liar…”
(Source: nami64)