V: Quidditch Camp

I don't care about flying too much
When i'm in the air, something is pulling me down
When i'm on the ground its burrying me
The tiny seperation
I can't stand it, i have to see him, i have to see Teddy.

"He's your best friend, can't you see him in three days?"
Victorie paused, the mere thought of three entire days weighing her down even further
"Sure" She said simply, the biggest lie she had ever told, three days. Three whole days. Three entire days. She breathed in deeply, imagining three more days, she'd made it nearly two weeks now without him, what was three more days? Her heart seemed to ache everytime she wanted to breathe
Teddy...
Teddy....
Teddy....
" i can't stand you like this, every year your fine, better then fine, you want to come here every year, and now all you can think about is...is..."
"My boyfriend"
"He's your boyfriend now? The wolf dude right?"
Lover. Best Friend. She kept imagining his touch, kiss, voice, hands, anything to keep her in the air as she called it.
"How am i going to get on with my life?"
She smiled to herself, maybe somewhere he was in the grass too,
Smiling, wishing, wanting just like here