Post by LEONID SERGEI ROUSSEAU on Feb 19, 2014 0:49:53 GMT -5
when you let her go
tags: @kathleen;;notes: 
April, 2023
Needless to say he was exceptionally delighted to be back to Hogwarts, even just for a day or two as a guest and a former student to watch the Quidditch season. The time was short but it was all he needed to make sure that his stubborn sister Maddie had not ben lying when she stated that she was not experiencing anything unpleasant at school get a chance to get back in time.
It felt like forever since the last time he had seen this place. The old walls stood there like they never changed. The air he was breathing did not taste very different from it had been three years ago, when he was still one of Hogwarts students. Leonid Rousseau indeed missed those days, when he still had dreams and hopes to strive for and fulfill. All the fears, insecurities and worries about the future had undoubtedly made life a lot more interesting. The Quidditch matches, the trophies and parties. It seemed as though all of them had only happened a day ago. The corridors were quiet – utterly quiet because it was time for classes. Leonid had seen deserted corridors before on the days he decided to skip a couple classes for a good sleep. His regular absence from classes and indilligence when it came to studies had caused a lot of people to wonder why the second son of the Fourques Rousseau could make it through the exams and graduate with quite impressive records, especially when he tended to spend most of his time on Quidditch instead of studies. They sometimes indirectly asked him how, but he just brushed it off. Leonid was not the one to obey every single line of the rules, but he never did anything to stain his conscience and lower his pride and self-esteem. So explanations were unnecessary so long as he was not ashamed to confront his conscience.
Making his way up the stairs, he found the passage to the hospital wing, which was exceptionally familiar to him, given the number of injuries one could get after a Quidditch match or simply a practice. The healers and the nurses had been so used to his presence that they had gradually stopped bothering to ask for his reasons for being there. The hospital wing was not only a place to recover but also one to hide. Hide from what? Classes, homework, humans, rumours or even dramas. He remembered enjoying good talks with the former healer – an old and wise lady with such a good sense of humour – and the nurses. They always reminded him of why he liked women better than young girls. Women did not cry in public for nonsense like girls did. Women did not act on feelings and their shrewdness and wisdom was admirable. And their souls, they were so pure and crystal clear yet so misty. They were a puzzle that no one could solve. They were amazing.
Stepping closer to the closed door of the hospital wing, Leonid found himself hesitating to open it. He did not know what he was expecting. An old face, perhaps. Wasting no more time on hesitation, the captain of Puddlemere United Quidditch team pushed the door to enter. And the first thing his eyes settled on was a person. Yes, and old face. A smile grew on his face tenderly as he made his way to her side. “Miss Leblanc, you are still as beautiful as I remember.”
credit to Delusional