HP Margo's Diary

(Eight)

Dacian went to what he said was a school in the south of France, and I enrolled in a local high school.

He writes to me almost every day, and he writes about extremely trivial things. Every time I read his letters, it seems that he is talking to me beside me, and I seem to be able to hear his voice. to his expression.

I accidentally saw my appearance reflected in the transparent crystal cup with the daisy on the desk. I was looking at his appearance when he sent me a letter. Just as silly.

(nine)

"

Dear Margaret:

Oh, Marguerite, I don't want to complain to you, but they are too much, Bernard said I laughed like a silly dog ​​when I read your letter!Benoit says it's great you can put up with me, because I'm always talking a lot, and they find my voice unbearable like a wretch bird, which is too much, isn't it!

How about you, Margaret, how is your school life?why don't you write to meI re-read all your letters for the third time and didn't hear from you. I thought Butch had lost yours, so I had to write you another to urge you.

By the way, Margaret, you need to get me two presents for Christmas, and I don't want to be overly eager or...well, do I need to be more obvious?You haven't forgotten my birthday present, have you?Anyway, I'll be back before Christmas, looking forward to seeing you, and don't forget my present, it's the second time.

Your best friend Dacian"

He also appended an introduction to the Witchbird, drawing a grimace under the line "The Witchbird is unusually loud and chirping".

I watched Butch fly away after writing his reply, and it wasn't until I felt my face sour that I realized I had just been laughing.

I raised my hand and rubbed my cheeks, and my eyes shifted unconsciously to the daisy.I don't know if it's because of magic, but it is still tender and tender, and the tender white petals show a silvery white barrier under the sunlight.

(ten)

Dacian's birthday is on Christmas Day.

His broom flies low, but even that doesn't stop the biting winter winds.

Soon we were on the ground, and immediately he cast a spell on me, and I warmed up.

"Let's take a look at this first." Excitedly but nervously, he took out a small box and handed it to me.

I reached out to take it, and what I saw was a delicate rhinestone hairpin lying on black flannelette.

"And this." He took out a necklace from nowhere, he narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was a little embarrassed, "I saw this in the store, and I thought you would like it at the time, but the hairpin is also pretty. "He said 'I don't know which one to give you, so I bought them all'

A moon-like pattern hung on that silver necklace, shining silver light in the dark night.

I didn't speak for a long time, and when he looked up at me nervously, I found my voice, "Dacian, thank you, I like it very much." My voice was a little soft, but when I pronounced his name, there was a kind of Unknown emotions filled my whole body, and my heart began to heat up, and the restlessness extended to the rapid beating of the heart.

He heard it clearly, so he grinned "I'll bring it for you"

He took a step closer and stretched out his hand to the back of my head. His body was right on the tip of my nose. I could feel his heartbeat in his chest. This was the closest we got.

I unconsciously looked up at him. He wanted to take a step back after putting it on for me, but he was looking down at me too. He saw the way I looked at him, so he also stopped moving.

Neither of us spoke, and his face was getting closer and closer to me, and I could almost feel his breath.

However, in the next second, I suddenly felt a sense of fear, which surged out of my heart, almost wrapping me tightly.That kind of suffocation, that kind of despair, that kind of helplessness watching him go, that kind of gap between us that appeared from time to time made me start to be afraid.

I never thought of him as Harry, and I was so aware of the difference between him and Harry, I thought I'd forgotten that feeling, I thought I'd left them on Privet Drive.

But when facing Dacian, they broke through the ground again, reminding me of the gap between him and me.I am afraid that one day he will no longer need me, he will suddenly drive me out of his world, and he will disappear in my life.

Those fears and concerns overwhelmed my beating heart as I confronted Dacian's emotions.

I stepped back to avoid his touch.

His anxiety and joy froze on his face, and we were silent for a while.

"Is that the Seeker?" he asked. "You like that Seeker?"

I shook my head slightly, and after a while, I said "let's go back"

He rode a broom silently and sent me back to the room. I handed him the gift that I hadn't had time to give him, and he reached out to take it, turned around and flew away.I watched him fly away, he didn't go home, but flew in another direction.

I sat on the edge of the bed in a daze and didn't move for a long time.

(eleven)

I have been avoiding Dacian since then, I don't know how to face him.I felt guilty for him and disappointed in myself, but I never had the courage to take that step.

I thought he would hate me, I thought he would never want to talk to me again, but he found me before going back to school for the holidays, standing in the door of my room, wearing the scarf and earmuffs I bought him.

"I'm going back to school." He glanced at me cautiously, his face was a little uncomfortable, and he lowered his head again after speaking.

"Okay" I replied dryly to him. His appearance made me a little happy, but it also seemed that something was firmly tied to my heart, which made me feel an unspeakable sadness when facing him.

He held out his hand, the rhinestone hairpin lay in his palm "you dropped it that day" he said

I froze and reached out to take it.

He smiled suddenly, and then said lightly, "Goodbye, I have to go"

This smile made me feel relieved all of a sudden, as if we were back to the time before, so I smiled too and said "goodbye" softly

(twelve)

Later, we all agreed not to mention what happened that night, and his letters still came frequently, as if we had returned to our previous relationship.

He will also send me photos, the kind of moving photos, there are photos of him flying on the court on a broomstick, there are also photos of smiling with his friends in his arms, and there are some magical animals in class, he will take pictures if he finds them interesting Send me.

I posted all the photos he sent me on the wall next to my desk, and I could see him smiling at me when I turned my head.

Later, he said in the letter that there was a dance in the club, and he didn't know who to invite as a female partner, but a girl invited him, and he was debating whether to agree to that girl.

If he was in front of me, I would definitely hear his tentative tone, but looking at these words, I only feel a kind of sourness.

I wrote back to him and told him he could of course say yes to her if he wanted to.

But he seemed to be angry and didn't reply to me for a long time. I was so disappointed that he was busy inviting girls and didn't have time to write to me.

But after a few days he told me he didn't go to the prom, he said "the prom is too boring, I don't like to dance"

I suddenly became aware of his thoughts, and a kind of secret joy surged up from the depths of my heart, like strands of traction wrapped around my heart, pointing to his direction.