Ficlet/Drabble: "The Fortune Teller"
Title: "The Fortune Teller"
Words: 326
Info: Sort of H/D. I wrote this just because I felt like it. I was feeling randomly inspired. I don't know what the difference is between a ficlet and a drabble (or if there even IS a difference), but this is one of them, I think.
Enjoy, and please give an opinion ^^* Is this good?
It was so long ago that he doesn't remember anymore, but once he aspired to be friends with The Boy Who Lived.
His reasons changed. He wanted to be friends with him because he was powerful; because it would make his father angry; because it would make his father happy; because he wanted a friend.
His father raised him to be a perfect gentleman, to acknowledge when someone's rank was less than his own and how to act accordingly.
One day, when he wandered from his parents while they shopped, a fortune teller hissed to make only the best memories, because someday he might need them.
His father suggested he make friends with The Boy Who Lived, and he resolved to try. That Boy would be valuable as a friend, an asset.
He offered his hand in friendship, and The Boy Who Lived declined.
He was deemed “The Wrong Kind of Person,” and his faith in his father faltered for the first and most pivotal time.
He's long since forgotten the fortune teller's words-those wise women are always forgotten until it's too late-and his memories are always of that Boy, time and again, turning down his friendship in a new and just as painful way. He wants it to stop on terms that let him win, because that's how he is.
He wonders if that makes him the Wrong Kind of Person.
Someday, he'll remember the fortune teller, and he'll wonder if there's any way to turn back. When he thinks of an answer, he'll be too tired of fighting to let pride stop him.
“Help me.”
It's all he'll ask, but the Boy will understand.
They'll start over, but this time the Boy will be the one reaching out. Then he'll understand that's how it should have been from the beginning.
His father raised him to acknowledge when someone's rank was better than his own. He wonders how he could have forgotten that.
Words: 326
Info: Sort of H/D. I wrote this just because I felt like it. I was feeling randomly inspired. I don't know what the difference is between a ficlet and a drabble (or if there even IS a difference), but this is one of them, I think.
Enjoy, and please give an opinion ^^* Is this good?
It was so long ago that he doesn't remember anymore, but once he aspired to be friends with The Boy Who Lived.
His reasons changed. He wanted to be friends with him because he was powerful; because it would make his father angry; because it would make his father happy; because he wanted a friend.
His father raised him to be a perfect gentleman, to acknowledge when someone's rank was less than his own and how to act accordingly.
One day, when he wandered from his parents while they shopped, a fortune teller hissed to make only the best memories, because someday he might need them.
His father suggested he make friends with The Boy Who Lived, and he resolved to try. That Boy would be valuable as a friend, an asset.
He offered his hand in friendship, and The Boy Who Lived declined.
He was deemed “The Wrong Kind of Person,” and his faith in his father faltered for the first and most pivotal time.
He's long since forgotten the fortune teller's words-those wise women are always forgotten until it's too late-and his memories are always of that Boy, time and again, turning down his friendship in a new and just as painful way. He wants it to stop on terms that let him win, because that's how he is.
He wonders if that makes him the Wrong Kind of Person.
Someday, he'll remember the fortune teller, and he'll wonder if there's any way to turn back. When he thinks of an answer, he'll be too tired of fighting to let pride stop him.
“Help me.”
It's all he'll ask, but the Boy will understand.
They'll start over, but this time the Boy will be the one reaching out. Then he'll understand that's how it should have been from the beginning.
His father raised him to acknowledge when someone's rank was better than his own. He wonders how he could have forgotten that.