16 Feb 2023, 19:32
I prefer you to my scroll
Stephen opens his mouth wide when she speaks. Her words confirm the impression that she is definitely different from other children. Then, like clumsy Elizabeth, Elira does not always understand what he means or what exactly he is talking about. So he listens and nods: it's true that she doesn't seem to be an artistic person. Loving art is like loving history for Stephen: incomprehensible and not very funny. These are adult activities.
But she is really touching. With his chin in the palm of his hand, Stephen smiles and watches her speak. He imagines her on the streets of London. It seems a bit unrealistic for a pureblood child. Perhaps Elira Carmen Lamacraft dreams of visiting this world that is not her own.
Stephen also dreams. Would Elira like Tinworth? Its cliffs? The sea, the sand, the salt air, the simple life? Would Elira like to race in the sand with all the other children, shouting and laughing? Then the dreams go away and Stephen remembers the great and important mission he has given himself.
"I don't see the library you're talking about. I've only been to London twice in my life. But..."
He takes time to think about it because he does not want to irritate the girl.
"I'm talking about having fun, really having fun, not visiting libraries or... Doing... Art stuff! Your London library must be wonderful - you have a really nice smile when you talk about that, like when Elizabeth talks about dragons, you know. And I'm not talking about quidditch either!"
Stephen's tone becomes heated.
"I'm talking about playing! Laughing! Having fun without worrying about the consequences. Rolling in the grass, running in the sand, fishing in the sea without a rod... I don't know... Go to the top of the cliff and scream, scream because you are free! Having fun!" exclaims Stephen, forgetting the other students in the study room. "Pretend you're the best wizard in the world! The best dragon rider in the world! Having fun with your friends and forgetting that your mothers are calling you for dinner or homework!"
He talks very fast, he gets out of breath, he makes big excited gestures. He is really passionate about what he is saying. For him, this is the best possible definition of "fun".
But she is really touching. With his chin in the palm of his hand, Stephen smiles and watches her speak. He imagines her on the streets of London. It seems a bit unrealistic for a pureblood child. Perhaps Elira Carmen Lamacraft dreams of visiting this world that is not her own.
Stephen also dreams. Would Elira like Tinworth? Its cliffs? The sea, the sand, the salt air, the simple life? Would Elira like to race in the sand with all the other children, shouting and laughing? Then the dreams go away and Stephen remembers the great and important mission he has given himself.
"I don't see the library you're talking about. I've only been to London twice in my life. But..."
He takes time to think about it because he does not want to irritate the girl.
"I'm talking about having fun, really having fun, not visiting libraries or... Doing... Art stuff! Your London library must be wonderful - you have a really nice smile when you talk about that, like when Elizabeth talks about dragons, you know. And I'm not talking about quidditch either!"
Stephen's tone becomes heated.
"I'm talking about playing! Laughing! Having fun without worrying about the consequences. Rolling in the grass, running in the sand, fishing in the sea without a rod... I don't know... Go to the top of the cliff and scream, scream because you are free! Having fun!" exclaims Stephen, forgetting the other students in the study room. "Pretend you're the best wizard in the world! The best dragon rider in the world! Having fun with your friends and forgetting that your mothers are calling you for dinner or homework!"
He talks very fast, he gets out of breath, he makes big excited gestures. He is really passionate about what he is saying. For him, this is the best possible definition of "fun".