Post by kasimir burovski ✨ on Nov 26, 2017 9:38:38 GMT
 blue moon you saw me standing alone | he sits among a sea of ink-dark robes, the brilliant red of his hair like a tattered banner matching the crimson of his surrounding housemates. there is a wash of noise, a thousand excited voices talking in tandem as friends reunite after a long holiday apart; beside him, one of his yearmates launches herself at another classmate, babbling almost incoherently at her. kasimir smiles softly - hogwarts, castle of his heart, castle of spells, bright place to which home has fashioned itself to be in weathered stone and ancient magic. except- except, that is not right, not quite. home, to kasimir, is and will always be a person small and smiling, born of sunlight and stardust and crowned in peony-pink - wherever saskia goes, wherever she is happy to stay, he will follow and know it to be home. ah, but today, this year, his beloved little sister will make hogwarts her home too, and there is little he is more grateful for than that they will no longer be separated. speak of the person and she shall appear; the ornate doors to the great hall open with great ceremony, and through them professor mcgonagall leads a double file of first year students, short and new and staring around them in wide-eyed awe. kasimir spots saskia almost instantly - there are few girls with pink hair anywhere in the world - he sits up straighter, smiles, and waves ( his classmates sitting near him gape at his uncharacteristic display of unrestrained emotion, but he pays them no mind ). saskia is here and she is about to be sorted. |
notes: without a dream in my heart; without a love of my own
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