Amelia's Memories

It was one of those warm summer nights when you wanted to lose yourself and fall in love. One of those sweet and gentle evenings when you wanted to abandon yourself to life with no fears, no worries, and a certainty that nothing could hurt you. The air was as thick as honey, but it wasn't bothersome, especially to two smitten teenagers in their own little fantasy world.

'Are you sad summer's coming to an end in a couple weeks?' Lucky brushed a thumb against Amelia's cheek, as if to smooth away any sadness. 'I know I am.' He gently stroked her face, an affectionate look in his eyes. His tone was soft, almost dreamy. It was a side of Lucky that not many saw at school, but one Amelia had seen much of over the summer.

They were cuddled beneath a large oak, as crickets and fireflies sang and danced for the summer moon. The stars were out, as silent as they ever were, shining light on broomsticks and other Quidditch equipment scattered throughout the overgrown grass. The teenagers had enjoyed a long day of playing the sport that initially brought them together, and now, were basking in one another's company. It was their time alone, something they enjoyed.

'I will say, it won't be easy to catch moments like this back at school,' Amelia said as she let out a sigh, a smile playing at her lips and her back against Luckett's broad chest. 'But moments like these wouldn't be as special if we could enjoy them all the time.'

To be honest, seeing Luckett like this was still so surprising to her. But in hindsight, she should've seen past his playful nature before. At first, the idea of inviting him to stay at her home was just so she could have some fun with an amusing friend over the summer. She never thought it would lead to this: one of the most surprising, best choices she'd ever made.

The light from Molly Twiggs' kitchen could easily be seen, and Amelia smiled when she saw her mother's head hovering at the window. It was nearing dinner time and she wouldn't have been surprised if the woman had sent one of her siblings out to interrupt their precious time. But, maybe her mother would let them enjoy the last few evenings they had. Together, like this.

Amelia's eyes watched as a few glow-worms landed on her family's old, tattered Quidditch equipment and she sighed, knowing they would have to clean that up before they went inside.

'I'm sure we will make a few heads turn when we return to school. Who would guess that Luckett Langford got caught by a girl... especially by Amelia Twiggs?' She had spoken her words in a teasing tone as the summer sun continued to set, a smile on her face.

'It's because of that smile, Amelia. It does something to me. You do something to me, something I can't name but don't want to give up.' Luckett's words were buttery soft, encompassing the main emotion he felt in the moment as he looked at Amelia tenderly. 'When I see you happy, smiling... I can't stop staring at you. It makes me happy too.'

A moment of silence. Their eyes dallied with one another.

'That reminds me. I wanted to show you something.' He changed the subject, his lips close to her ears as he reached into a bag that was laid out beside them. 'My uncle gave me this wicked little potion -- it's supposed to protect you from burns... I think.' Lucky hoped he remembered right, otherwise this was going to be both embarrassing and painful.


'It blazes almost as much as I do for you, Amelia.' The flashes in his hand danced with the flirtation in his voice, the fire flickering with his breath. 'I'll do what I can to have these moments continue long past summer. I mean, I want this to last. I want us to last -- don't you?' Langford's eyes gleamed with a sincere hope, reflecting shades of the fire that flared between the pair of spellbound teenagers. He smiled. This felt proper romantic.

Amelia bit her lip as she smiled at his sweet, soft words. A blush had crept to her cheeks when she looked up at him with amazement, then turned to watch the fire dance inside his fingertips. Lucky's words were so special and she found herself thinking about them and what they could be, before the fire dissipated and left nothing but the warm flesh of his hands.

'Yes... yes I do. I want it to last for as long as time itself.' Amelia placed her hands over his own, closing her fingers around his. The sound of a door shutting told them that their time was ending and soon, someone would be coming to interrupt their sweet, special moment.