Susan stopped slowly as the music ended. She looked up into Harry's emerald green eyes, and smiled. "You want to go to the castle now?" she asked noticing the dryads leaving them alone. Susan held onto one of Harry's hands, hoping he didn't mind.
__________________ “Do you not know that there comes a midnight hour when every one has to throw off his mask?
Do you believe that life will always let itself be mocked?
Do you think you can slip away a little before midnight in order to avoid this?
Or are you not terrified by it?"
~Soren Kierkegaard |