Memory 4
The pleasant smell of warm, burning wood drifted into his nose, enhancing the coziness of the small room he was apparently in. It was a round little room, adorned with comfy looking chairs and sofas, a few bookcases, and other assorted pieces of furniture that occupied the tiny space. The room was somehow large enough so that other people could be scattered around it in groups, talking amongst themselves. Everything was draped in variations of the same colors of scarlet red and gold, though it was muted in the soft light of the fireplace.
He was in front of a sofa, where a redheaded boy and a bushy haired girl were sitting, both looking to be about his age. Eventually the other people occupying the common room all went up a spiraling staircase off to the side, leaving just the three of them alone in the room. He really looked at the two people sitting in front of him. The boy’s eyes were very blue and his face was adorned by multiple freckles. The girl’s eyes were brown, and she was very pretty and smart looking. They were both wearing similar suits, which he could only think were school uniforms. Taking the moment to look at his hands, he saw he was wearing the same outfit as the other boy. All of them had red and gold striped ties, and their grey sweaters had accents of the same theme.
As he looked back up, the redheaded boy excitedly asked a question, but no sound came from his lips. All the same, he felt as if he understood it anyways, and fidgeted uncomfortably from his seat on the floor. The redheaded boy grinned widely and the girl gave a knowing smile as she looked up from her quill and parchment.
The girl and boy became caught up in a conversation. The girl gave the redheaded boy a haughty huff before going into a long rant about… Something. The boy seemed rather confused, and he could only imagine that he looked very much the same way.
She said something. And there was a moment where no one said anything at all.
Then all three of them started to crack up over what she stated, laughing for a very long while. They’d stop, look at each other with the pained expressions of trying to restrain their laughter, then start up all over again.
The fire burned pleasantly in the fireplace and because of its smell he could tell that the room seemed to become that much cozier. He was smiling, all three of them were. More words were said, but he supposed it didn’t matter very much what they were saying. He felt so happy, so comfortable, so at home. Nothing could go wrong here. Nothing could harm him here. Everything was…
Simply wonderful.