September 27th, 1888 - Earth Magic Classroom
Had you asked the house elf thirty seconds ago if he could ever fall in love with a human, it would have been a profound ‘no’ followed by a scoff, some laughter, and finally an insult to wizardkind in general before he would have promptly disapparated to some undisclosed location to do some cleaning or annoy Phineas Black.
Of course, that was thirty seconds ago. A lot can change in thirty seconds.
And as Woopy, curious as he ever was, opened the pink envelope and tried to read the words on the parchment (not that he could though he liked telling himself he understood the words), a most peculiar feeling overcome his entire body. His complete spirit.
It was the undeniable turn in his stomach that made him yearn.
The indescribable feeling of complete wanting.
A sensation that could be described only as the breathlessness felt when drowning in a sea of desire.
It was love.
He was in love.
And love felt fantastic.
He had to tell her.
Show her.
It could work.
It would work.
They would wed and grow old together and there would be no scandal because society would see how true his feelings were.
As he looked down at the paper with a glean in his eyes, a few students watched on in confusion. They’d never seen him smile before.
In truth, Woopy had never seen himself smile. But now… now things had changed beyond all reason.
He looked up and apparated to her classroom, leaving the letter to fall daintily to the castle floor…
It was late afternoon and there appeared to be a class on... though he didn't care.
The dim hue of the golden light shone through the windows and seemingly illuminated her. She was beautiful.
No, it was more than that.
She was angelic.
He walked across the classroom as a wet sponge materialised in his hand. He would give her a gift to declare his love.
And he did.
Throwing the sponge on the parchment she was writing on, Woopy then leapt onto the desk and dropped down to sit directly in front of her; his eyes wide and dream-like, his lips turned into an unfading smile.
“You pretty,” He declared softly to Eleanor Rigby, “Woopy like pretty things.”
Of course, that was thirty seconds ago. A lot can change in thirty seconds.
And as Woopy, curious as he ever was, opened the pink envelope and tried to read the words on the parchment (not that he could though he liked telling himself he understood the words), a most peculiar feeling overcome his entire body. His complete spirit.
It was the undeniable turn in his stomach that made him yearn.
The indescribable feeling of complete wanting.
A sensation that could be described only as the breathlessness felt when drowning in a sea of desire.
It was love.
He was in love.
And love felt fantastic.
He had to tell her.
Show her.
It could work.
It would work.
They would wed and grow old together and there would be no scandal because society would see how true his feelings were.
As he looked down at the paper with a glean in his eyes, a few students watched on in confusion. They’d never seen him smile before.
In truth, Woopy had never seen himself smile. But now… now things had changed beyond all reason.
He looked up and apparated to her classroom, leaving the letter to fall daintily to the castle floor…
It was late afternoon and there appeared to be a class on... though he didn't care.
The dim hue of the golden light shone through the windows and seemingly illuminated her. She was beautiful.
No, it was more than that.
She was angelic.
He walked across the classroom as a wet sponge materialised in his hand. He would give her a gift to declare his love.
And he did.
Throwing the sponge on the parchment she was writing on, Woopy then leapt onto the desk and dropped down to sit directly in front of her; his eyes wide and dream-like, his lips turned into an unfading smile.
“You pretty,” He declared softly to Eleanor Rigby, “Woopy like pretty things.”
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