Fandom: Harry Potter
Description: “ He’s going to become an Auror, and I… ”
Moments: Not in this life
It’s not scary in the library. It’s a zone of peace. We don’t touch each other: we just observe each other’s movements and listen to words that none of us will ever utter.
The library is quiet. We keep silent, too. We uphold this tradition. Our lips are glued together and feel numb. No one will utter a sound. Not here.
He and I have the same tastes, even though it seems impossible. He’s a talented Quidditch player, while I’m a dungeon rat who thinks only about potions. We are nothing alike. Absolutely. How could it be otherwise? He picks up the same books that I do. He reads them, runs his fingers over the illustrations, enchanted by the grace of the creatures moving there. Works of art fascinate him as much as they do me. He even studies the reference book I use for extra work. However, potions and tinctures are useful to him in only one case: to blow up the classroom. In this, he is talented.
I don’t like Quidditch. But I read the books he takes. I flip through them, and my breath catches at the thought of how fast, high and scary it is. I know he dreams of becoming an Auror. I study all the related materials carefully. I gave him some tips because, given his lack of knowledge of potions, he has no chance of making his dream come true.
We never say the things we want to say. It’s impossible. We are enemies. We must have each other. And as soon as we leave the library, we do. The whole world changes the moment we step through the door. Hatred, contempt and mockery return.
We could be friends, but not in this life.
He’s going to become an Auror, and I… I will stand on the other side.