Hermione smiled at Ron, feeling almost shy around him. "Hey yourself," she replied, taking his hand in hers. "You're coming to the archery range with us?" Hermione asked already knowing the answer, since he was walking in this direction.
Todd came up behind Elphie, looking at Peter as well. "I'll need all the practice I can get. I've never used a sword," said his new braver self. He held up the sword with its sheath covering it, which he had just recently obtained. Todd stared at the sword, which he hadn't inspected earlier.
The hilt was gold and silver, with an amber stone encrusted at the butt of it. After he removed the sheath, he found the actual sword gleaming and ready to be used. Todd covered the sword with the sheath, and tied it around his waist ready to be used.
He felt his new self tugging him forward, toward Elphie. He walked next to her, and stuck his hand out. "We may have gotten out on the wrong foot. I'm Todd," he found himself saying to the girl.
__________________ “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 |