#i finally found a love interest for ale!!! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

[savingsallow]

— Distant Star 🌟

Ale's journal entries on March 21st, 1893 (7th year)    　　

ִ ࣪𖤐 ִ ࣪𖤐 ִ ࣪𖤐 ִ ࣪𖤐

word count: 758

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March 21, 1893

Another Tuesday has slipped into my existence, indistinguishable from the tapestry of days that weave my life here at Hogwarts.

The morning light beckoned me awake and eager to greet the world. I took great care in presenting my best self—each detail curated, a silent testament to my readiness to dazzle.

As twilight yielded to the day, I found solace in the familiar embrace of my studies. In Defense Against the Dark Arts I soared, basking in the approval reflected in Professor Hecat’s eyes, reminiscent of a mother’s pride that warms the heart. Then there's Potions class, once a realm of turmoil, which has been transformed into a pleasant endeavour, all thanks to Ellie. How she brightens even the dullest of lessons! An academic gem, indeed.

Yet, responsibilities as Head Boy called me away, urging me to step into the ever reliable and dependable figure in our house. After the duties were fulfilled, I ventured back to the common room. A familiar haunt now steeped in silence. What was I hoping for? The hour was late, and the castle was wrapped in slumber.

With the evening enveloping me, I donned my pyjamas, yet sleep remained a distant whisper. Instead, I slipped from my dormitory, seeking the flickering warmth of the fireplace—an inviting refuge against the chill of the night.

And here I sit, pen in hand, amidst the soft crackle of embers, savouring the gentle embrace of tea, its steam curling upward like wishes cast into the ether.

Merlin, these British habits grip me tighter each day.

Who would have thought I’d find joy in humble pea soup or dare to enjoy those absurd yet surprisingly comforting meat pies? How Ellie finds pleasure in such fare baffles me, though perhaps it’s her laughter that brings life to the blandness surrounding us.

Ah, Ellie... 

We've spent the last month entwined in this intriguing dance—a delicate balance of companionship that feels both timeless and new. 

Have you ever encountered a soul with whom every moment feels woven from the very fabric of comfort? Like an echo of familiarity laced with the thrill of the unknown?

I often recall our serendipitous meetings in the common room, those enchanting evenings where her hazel eyes spark with mischief at my foolish quips. The gentle curve of her lips as she stifles a laugh, a secret shared between friends, draws me closer, urging my heart to abandon its guarded post.

Not long ago, I witnessed the shadows that hover around her; she is not in the best of spirits. I yearn to be the beacon that guides her through her darkness. A steadfast companion reminding her she is never truly alone.

On those quiet nights when sleep eludes her grasp, I weave tales that cradle her restless mind, watching with awe as she gently drifts into dreams. How peaceful she appears, a vision of serenity that could charm even the stars from the heavens. A delicate beauty with an angelic grace that captivates me.

There’s a simplicity in being with her that feels nothing short of magic.

Oh, what would I sacrifice to linger in her presence a little longer, to unveil the depths of love that she so richly deserves. 

Yet a shadow of doubt weaves through my heart, whispering that this playful camaraderie may be all there is—a fleeting joy, unanchored by something deeper.

What if, in the quiet unfolding of time, my loyalty reveals itself as a gentle echo, fading into the background? 

It stirs a haunting thought, for how could someone as radiant as she ever see worth in someone like me?

The ache of longing cuts deep, a relentless reminder that I might be destined to watch the love I crave bloom just out of reach, leaving me to wonder if my heart will ever know the warmth of her affection.

Only a fool like me would dare to dream of grasping the unreachable. Like a distant star, I ache with the thought that I am destined to orbit her warmth, forever a silent admirer lost in her radiant glow, igniting a yearning within me that feels insatiable.

Yet, there’s a bittersweet solace in the mere existence of her light—a gentle reminder that even the farthest stars can ignite the most profound dreams.

As I linger in the shadows of her brilliance, a solitary wanderer entranced by the flicker of a beauty that is both eternal and elusive, I hold fast to the hope that one day, perhaps, it will no longer be just a dream.

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MC mentioned: Elizabeth "Ellie" Crawford ( @accio-bagel 🥯 👑✨ )

Ellie is Ale's love interest in his 'canon' lore ❤️‍🔥

For more of Ellie, you can check out her character sheet and my platonic wife's account: @accio-bagel

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This journal entry is somewhat inspired by this song recommended to me by my friend, Bagel, while we were brainstorming about their lore.

[additional notes:]

🌠 non-native english speaker here, so teeny tiny grammatical errors may be present.

🌠 not a professional writer ; just writing for fun!✨

🌠 if my style isn't your cup of tea, respectfully skedaddle in peace~

🌠 i hope you enjoyed this reading, and thank you!🫂❤️‍🔥