002. Fantasy - April/May - Rambles & Snippets - Fiction[NET]
It was all an illusion, a lie almost, since it was...well, not true. It was as far from the truth as it could be, but at that moment he really didn't care, and kept himself in his daydream.
It was Christmas, the family was gathered like they usually did, except now there were two special extras. They were full and real, laughing and he was carving the meat. She was smiling prettily, Christmas ribbons in her hair from gifts earlier opened, leaning over her father as she offered him the honour of opening the first bottle of wine. It had been an early start to the day, him along with his cousins running down to the living room to open their gifts at the crack of dawn, waking those sleeping on the sofa and in the temporary beds by the fire. All of the family were staying together in the same house for Christmas for the first time in years and there simply wasn't enough room for them all, but it meant everyone woke at the same time. Breakfast was freshly baked fruit mince pies and leftovers from the dinner the night before, and now it was Christmas after days and days, all of which had been good enough to be Christmas as well.
This was their first year back, and there were no words at all to properly describe how he had felt when these two had come back into his life, into all their lives. It had been test after test, pain to end the pain. It had felt like forever, but really how could it be forever when this now was only the beginning? Now that they were back, life could really begin, and he couldn't imagine anywhere at all that he could be happier, for whatever reason, for whichever action. Umbridge could be his full time teacher or Voldemort could live for all he cared, now that he had these two back.
Neville leaned out of the way slightly as his father served him some meat and he smiled as his father fussed around the plate for the best piece for his son, making Neville glow with happiness.
"Grab the potatoes so you get the crunchy ones before your uncle does." His father whispered, winking at him before he moved on to serve his sister in law some meat, and his mother passed the gravy, knowing that Neville liked the clumps of meat and edges of potato in the gravy best.
"When did the war end, Neville?"
Words almost broke him from his fantasy, but Neville remained stubbornly in it, letting his mother kiss his cheek before he was nudged in the side by Seamus, finally brought back to reality. The professor sighed.
"What, sorry?" Neville asked, his eyes focusing in on the Professor as the class either twittered or awoke themselves from their slumber. History of Magic was a waste of time to most, except for Neville. It was his favourite class after Herbology.
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It was Christmas, the family was gathered like they usually did, except now there were two special extras. They were full and real, laughing and he was carving the meat. She was smiling prettily, Christmas ribbons in her hair from gifts earlier opened, leaning over her father as she offered him the honour of opening the first bottle of wine. It had been an early start to the day, him along with his cousins running down to the living room to open their gifts at the crack of dawn, waking those sleeping on the sofa and in the temporary beds by the fire. All of the family were staying together in the same house for Christmas for the first time in years and there simply wasn't enough room for them all, but it meant everyone woke at the same time. Breakfast was freshly baked fruit mince pies and leftovers from the dinner the night before, and now it was Christmas after days and days, all of which had been good enough to be Christmas as well.
This was their first year back, and there were no words at all to properly describe how he had felt when these two had come back into his life, into all their lives. It had been test after test, pain to end the pain. It had felt like forever, but really how could it be forever when this now was only the beginning? Now that they were back, life could really begin, and he couldn't imagine anywhere at all that he could be happier, for whatever reason, for whichever action. Umbridge could be his full time teacher or Voldemort could live for all he cared, now that he had these two back.
Neville leaned out of the way slightly as his father served him some meat and he smiled as his father fussed around the plate for the best piece for his son, making Neville glow with happiness.
"Grab the potatoes so you get the crunchy ones before your uncle does." His father whispered, winking at him before he moved on to serve his sister in law some meat, and his mother passed the gravy, knowing that Neville liked the clumps of meat and edges of potato in the gravy best.
"When did the war end, Neville?"
Words almost broke him from his fantasy, but Neville remained stubbornly in it, letting his mother kiss his cheek before he was nudged in the side by Seamus, finally brought back to reality. The professor sighed.
"What, sorry?" Neville asked, his eyes focusing in on the Professor as the class either twittered or awoke themselves from their slumber. History of Magic was a waste of time to most, except for Neville. It was his favourite class after Herbology.
<--- 001. Sublime || 003. Juxtapose --->