With apologies to Virginia Woolf's "To the Lighthouse"I ask him - the lanky, ginger-haired one - if I might be allowed to visit Madam Malkin's soon. My robes must be dreadfully out of fashion by now, not that there's anyone about who seems to care about fashion. I do, though...or at least I think I do. It's hard to remember, sometimes. My memories seem to be wrapped in cotton wool. But I distinctly remember being given new robes at the start of...it must have been the new school term. When was that? I think it must be quite a long time ago. He never answers me. No matter how many times I ask, the redhead never answers me. I've been counting, the number of times I've asked and he's refused to answer. I've kept the record in my notebook, along with all the names I remember from the past. There aren't many names, honestly. Three, as of last week. Someone named Salazar. I remember that. Or at least I believe that was his name. But the redhead doesn't give me an answer, not about whether I might be allowed to visit Madam
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forty-eight meters, part 1arsenicjadeJune 23 2006, 03:05:19 UTC
Occasionally--all right, not so occasionally--Ron will manage to out-Muggle even Draco. Draco has lived without his magic for nearly seventeen years, Ron spelling his way through every last one of them. It is still Ron who delights in the world of Muggle invention.
Perhaps this is not as surprising as Draco sometimes gets to thinking. Draco's world depends on those innovations. To Ron, they are still novelties.
It would make Draco bitter, hurtful, venomous, except that Ron treats his world with even more wonder than Draco has been forced to treat Ron's. Ron treats Draco's world with only slightly less wonder than he treats Draco himself, and Draco knows the rarity of being valued.
So when Ron says, "You have to see this!" Draco is never surprised when "this" turns out to be nothing more than the timer function on the oven, or the cruise control on the Mini, or the way Draco's iPod requires nothing more than a touch to play music. He's never disappointed, either
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Re: forty-eight meters, part 2arsenicjadeJune 23 2006, 03:06:06 UTC
The stairs spiral upward forever and ever, but Ron is at Draco's back and Draco has nowhere to go but skyward. Even at the dizzying height where Draco's hands find railing and there is nothing but air and mist and salt around him, even there it smells of the forever that the ocean offers. Draco loves the ocean. It never seems to go back on its promises, not even the terrifying ones
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Perhaps this is not as surprising as Draco sometimes gets to thinking. Draco's world depends on those innovations. To Ron, they are still novelties.
It would make Draco bitter, hurtful, venomous, except that Ron treats his world with even more wonder than Draco has been forced to treat Ron's. Ron treats Draco's world with only slightly less wonder than he treats Draco himself, and Draco knows the rarity of being valued.
So when Ron says, "You have to see this!" Draco is never surprised when "this" turns out to be nothing more than the timer function on the oven, or the cruise control on the Mini, or the way Draco's iPod requires nothing more than a touch to play music. He's never disappointed, either ( ... )
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