I must become a lion hearted girl, ready for fight before I make the final sacrifice. Here I am, a rabbit hearted girl, frozen in the headlights. It seems I've made the final sacrifice.
”Call of Cthulhu scared the shit out of me when I was a kid. Me an’ my brother used to read it all the time.” He nodded with a shrug. “I read when I can, not much interests me, modern books anyway. I’d love a walk.” And he, too, slipped from his seat, making sure to tuck the chair back in its proper place, downing the rest of his drink in mere seconds. “Is something bothering you?”
“Not entirely,” she responded simply, though it was quite the opposite of simplicity. Her emotions, anyway. She exited the three broomsticks and then waited for him to follow her out, her arms automatically wrapping around herself as a cool chill surprised her.
“Well– there sort of is something bothering me. But it’s not something I can fix, you know?” She moved in front of him and then turned around, starting to walk backwards while she spoke. “It’s complicated.”
“No need to get bitchy about it, Granger. It was just a question.”
The girl retracted herself slightly. She hadn’t exactly meant for it to come across negatively, though she wasn’t aware that the other would react in such a way.”
”Sounds cool. Tattoos are hot.” He scoffed out a laugh, still examining the cover before gingerly sliding it back. “You read any H.P. Lovecraft?” The question was casual, but he was genuinely curious.
“I believe I have read a couple of his works, yes.” She nodded to him, taking her book back and then slipping it into her charmed bag. “Do you read often? You seem to be interested in books quite a bit.” Something that she could find herself relating to. Then, she slid out of her seat, having finished her drink. “Do you fancy a walk?”
Ron flashed his friend a grateful grin as her notes were passed over to him. He quickly dug into his bag, pulling out a quill and some parchment before getting started on scratching down a few notes. And sure, he may have been copying some of them down word for word, but only because they explained things in a manner that he understood.
“Thanks, ‘Mione. You’re a really great friend, y’know that? I’d be lost without you.”
She watched him for a moment but then turned her attention elsewhere – mainly back to her thoughts regarding Harry Potter. She was quite fascinated with him, but nearly the entire wizarding world felt the same. He had survived the darkest wizard’s unforgivable curse which rightfully caused him to constantly be the talk of the town, or so to speak.
She wondered what exactly was going to happen this year, if what Ron was true, that something was bound to happen. Part of her was interested in the adventure, but part of her was terribly worried for her new friend.
“I wonder if he’s going to be alright. Harry, I mean.”
“Nice to meet you, love.” The young witch replied with a soft smile, before running a hand throughout her chocolate brown locks. “No, more like looking for someone. But, look’s like I’ve missed them. What about you?”
“Is that so? What exactly do they look like? Perhaps I’ve seen them whilst I’ve been browsing music.” This was interesting, to say the least. She was not sure if having been in the wizarding world for so long damaged her ability to really get along well with other muggle females or if she was simply always like this– she wasn’t exactly sure what she was supposed to talk about as it was clear not everyone was as amused about literature and learning as she was. She wasn’t that old physically but one might argue about how old her brain actually was.
“I’ve just been..” she paused, and then held up a CD. Keeping it simple might be the better option. “Thinking about buying this.”
Liesel sat alone on the steps out the front of her house, visions of bread and pies and oranges filling her mind. Since Max had come to hide with the Hubermann’s, food was lacking and because she was just a small girl, she got the least amount of food. But even small girls need more food than what Liesel was getting.
Tired, and with a constant rumbling in her belly, Liesel enviously watched a woman walk past with what looked like sweets in her hand, and imagined what it would be like to have something as wonderful as candy melt on her tongue.
She wasn’t terribly familiar with her surroundings. Still, there was something that caught her eye and definitely popped out at her. Another girl, sitting on steps that led up to a home, who didn’t seem to be much of an age difference from herself. However, Hermione wasn’t exactly sure if she should approach them– mainly because she wasn’t even sure where she was.
A small nod followed, ringed fingers falling downward to run across the cover. “Sounds similar to the title of another muggle book. Science fiction. The Demolished Man. Fucking great book, mostly about the science of repression and the dangers of technological advancement. Fucking ace characterization. Scary too if you think about it.” Another of his nods. “What’s this one about?”
“That sounds intriguing. Actually, this one is also Science fiction, which is quite remarkable. This story really takes you on a journey. I won’t go too far into detail in case you’d like to read it yourself, but it revolves around this man who has his body completely tattooed - each tattoo tells a different story. It’s rather riveting.”
