Post by Christian Nagle on Feb 27, 2009 22:07:09 GMT -5
Life is good.
Chris figured he could make a haiku out of how he was feeling, but that would be too expected, right? How many love poems had he written before this moment? Well... too many, to be sure. From the tower, the dazzling sunset splashed a brilliant orange, bordered by an equally brilliant red, dark purple and navy. Behind the veil of the lower atmosphere, stars winked down at the earth, like diamonds tossed onto a velvety black dome ceiling. It was awesome. It might be one of the last warm nights in the season. Autumn had set on fast, perhaps faster than Chris had desired, but then... summer had dragged on for what seemed like an eternity. He let his mind wander with the slight breeze that kissed his cheek and moved his hair in its path. What had Luke been doing to be away for as long as he had been? He'd spoken of returning to South Africa, to his home there, but what was the reason for that? A holiday?
A few resident ghosts floated down below him, around the entrance to the castle, and as he followed their trails, he spotted the faint blazing lights of Hogsmeade Village, and the rail station which procured the students some weeks prior. And suddenly, Quidditch popped into his head.... not for any particular reason, just so. What fun it would be if Luke played for Hufflepuff and Chris played, again, for Gryffindor! To play against each other.... What sort of competitor was Luke?
The boy possessed nearly every part of Chris' mind. It was as if the boy were right there beside him, this very moment, touching his hand, his smooth fingertips. Chris could almost feel them.
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Chris figured he could make a haiku out of how he was feeling, but that would be too expected, right? How many love poems had he written before this moment? Well... too many, to be sure. From the tower, the dazzling sunset splashed a brilliant orange, bordered by an equally brilliant red, dark purple and navy. Behind the veil of the lower atmosphere, stars winked down at the earth, like diamonds tossed onto a velvety black dome ceiling. It was awesome. It might be one of the last warm nights in the season. Autumn had set on fast, perhaps faster than Chris had desired, but then... summer had dragged on for what seemed like an eternity. He let his mind wander with the slight breeze that kissed his cheek and moved his hair in its path. What had Luke been doing to be away for as long as he had been? He'd spoken of returning to South Africa, to his home there, but what was the reason for that? A holiday?
A few resident ghosts floated down below him, around the entrance to the castle, and as he followed their trails, he spotted the faint blazing lights of Hogsmeade Village, and the rail station which procured the students some weeks prior. And suddenly, Quidditch popped into his head.... not for any particular reason, just so. What fun it would be if Luke played for Hufflepuff and Chris played, again, for Gryffindor! To play against each other.... What sort of competitor was Luke?
The boy possessed nearly every part of Chris' mind. It was as if the boy were right there beside him, this very moment, touching his hand, his smooth fingertips. Chris could almost feel them.
[Open.]