Keeper of a Lost and Broken Soul

The Never-Ending Para ||Quair||

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It was weird following Quen and trying to match his footsteps exactly. She stumbled a lot, but didn’t trip. Quen stopped halfway through the bridge, and Air caught up to him. He sat down, and Air sort of fell and managed to land safely. It then occurred to her that she had never really seen the sunrise. She could never wake up early enough. The only times she came close was when Fae became a werewolf, and even then they couldn’t exactly stop and observe it. 

Air grinned. “This is random, but extremely awesome.” The two locked hands, it was beginning to be a normal thing between them. Constant hand holding. A few minutes of waiting, and then the sun rose. First dark purple, then it grew lighter, and then other colors added to it. Brilliant oranges, yellows, reds. A variety of shades. Air quietly watched the sky change. She wasn’t aware of what her hair was doing. 

Sometimes, her hair changed itself when she wasn’t having a major change in mood, or when she wasn’t making it change. It was rare, and usually the turn out was good. Her hair was gradually copying the colors of the sunrise, layering on top of the others. A purple here, tons of orange, a layer of red, yellow tips, all of it. Air didn’t know that it was happening though. Her eyes stayed the same, at the green color. “Do you normally do this?” Air asked Q. 

Watching the sun rise, hands intertwined, Quentin smiled knowingly, it was going to be a good day. “Normally? Daily… It calms me.. Makes everything go away.” He said Staring out into the horizon as the sun slowly rose over the hills. As the sky changed colors he noticed Air’s hair doing the same. Looking to his right he stared into her green eyes. The color she always chose. Leaning in he placed a light kiss on her lips.

“The Sun comes up and all i care about is you. Nothing here matters to me anymore.” He whispered to her as they parted. “Wanna go grab something to eat? Madame Prim is opening in another ten minutes. We can walk there slowly.. Maybe trying to get the hand of un-clumsiness… Yea?” He asked. and grabbed her hand. Taking them both in his he walked backwards and motioned for her to follow. “Copy my exact steps ok”

“Okay…. No promises that I don’t trip. Or at least stumble.” Air followed him, trying to copy his exact footsteps. It was a hard process. Air had clearly been taught to walk the wrong way, because walking like this felt foreign to her. Q led her on though, and caught her when she tripped. Eventually they made their way to Madame Prim’s. The moment both of them separated, Air tripped. “I wasn’t meant to walk like a normal human being. I walk like a unicorn.” She said, stepping into the building.

Air stumbled over to a table and took a seat. Q sat across from her and ordered some food. “My dorm mates are going to think I’m mental or something. I never sleep there anymore.” Air actually doubted they would care, unless she got pregnant or something. But Air wasn’t planning on that happening anytime soon, so her dorm mates will probably continue to ignore her. “How’s Quidditch going?” Air asked randomly. Sometimes she forgot the Q played Quidditch. Even though she did the comments, she never really paid any attention. 

Quentin looked over into her eyes once more. “Quidditch is going great unless you count the douche who tries to run things.” Sighing he took her hand in his. “We play Ravenclaw in a few weeks and I still have yet to even practic the new game changes that Murthy planned. And she’s been working extremely hard all winter. Especially after Slytherins win.” He stopped and begun to wonder why he was explaining it exactly. He knew she was the announcer. But did she even pay attention? He usually did here her comment in the brooms. Ordering his usual tea he sat back and continued. “Owls is going to be hard this year. Predictably hell seeing as I’m taking all these extra classes.” Suddenly his mind filled with a weird concoction of them being married. Shaking his head he looked at her. “how’s potions? I hear Tom is wining Slughorn over more than usual.”

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The Never-Ending Para ||Quair||

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It was weird following Quen and trying to match his footsteps exactly. She stumbled a lot, but didn’t trip. Quen stopped halfway through the bridge, and Air caught up to him. He sat down, and Air sort of fell and managed to land safely. It then occurred to her that she had never really seen the sunrise. She could never wake up early enough. The only times she came close was when Fae became a werewolf, and even then they couldn’t exactly stop and observe it. 

Air grinned. “This is random, but extremely awesome.” The two locked hands, it was beginning to be a normal thing between them. Constant hand holding. A few minutes of waiting, and then the sun rose. First dark purple, then it grew lighter, and then other colors added to it. Brilliant oranges, yellows, reds. A variety of shades. Air quietly watched the sky change. She wasn’t aware of what her hair was doing. 

Sometimes, her hair changed itself when she wasn’t having a major change in mood, or when she wasn’t making it change. It was rare, and usually the turn out was good. Her hair was gradually copying the colors of the sunrise, layering on top of the others. A purple here, tons of orange, a layer of red, yellow tips, all of it. Air didn’t know that it was happening though. Her eyes stayed the same, at the green color. “Do you normally do this?” Air asked Q. 

Watching the sun rise, hands intertwined, Quentin smiled knowingly, it was going to be a good day. “Normally? Daily… It calms me.. Makes everything go away.” He said Staring out into the horizon as the sun slowly rose over the hills. As the sky changed colors he noticed Air’s hair doing the same. Looking to his right he stared into her green eyes. The color she always chose. Leaning in he placed a light kiss on her lips.

“The Sun comes up and all i care about is you. Nothing here matters to me anymore.” He whispered to her as they parted. “Wanna go grab something to eat? Madame Prim is opening in another ten minutes. We can walk there slowly.. Maybe trying to get the hand of un-clumsiness… Yea?” He asked. and grabbed her hand. Taking them both in his he walked backwards and motioned for her to follow. “Copy my exact steps ok”

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The Never-Ending Para ||Quair||

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Air was watching Shane play the guitar. He was good at it. She thought instantly of the music room, and which of them knew how to play guitar. Fae and Evan for sure. She thought that Cedric and Q might know how too. Q suddenly sat up and quesioned her.

“What?” Air asked. Q repeated himself. “Yeah. That sounds good.” Her dorm mates will probably think he got her pregnant by the time she got back in the common room. Oh well. It’d be very weird to expalin it to them. They were used to her randomly not sleeping there. She really only slept there once a week.

Q got off the bed and Air got onto his back. It was turning out to be a very odd normal thing between the two of them. If it continued much longer she would have to be taught to walk again. She never knew how to walf though… So it’d be better. Q walked them through the Hufflepuff common room and into the corridor. Then he walked up the stairs.

“Q, where are we going exactly?” Air hoped that is wasn’t too far away, for Q’s sake. Even though she was light, Air didn’t want to make him carry her a long distance. That wouldn’t be fair to him, and Air wouldn’t allow it.

As he walked up the stairs he reached the Entrance hall. Shifting HEr on his back he opened the door. Kicking it open the rest of the way he made his way out into the slightly chilly morning. Walking up to the bridge he set her down. Holding her hand to make sure she didn’t fall over. An idea struck him as they stood at the edge of the bridge. “I’ll walk ahead. and you follow. Try and match my exact footsteps. Maybe we could get this clumsiness a bit less neutral.” Kissing her softly He nodded. “Ready?”

Walking ahead slowly he placed one foot ahead of the other. Like when he taught his baby nephew to walk. Looking back he watched as she tried. One ahead of the other, right in front of her. Reaching near the middle of the bridge he stopped and walked backwards. Watching to see how she was doing.

Quentin smiled. Why hadn’t he thought of showing her before. Why did it take him till now to actually try and teach her. Stopping Midway into the bridge he waited for her. He always watched the sun rise here. Especially when he most felt alone.  No one really came out to see him, but he always had the fading stars as company.

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