1. Ask me three questions you want to know the truth too. 2. I will pick two of them to answer 3. One I will tell the truth about 4. One I will lie about (the last you will have to try and answer for me) 5. Post this in your journal so others can ask you.
Something had been bugging me for a while. Not in a bad way exactly, but there was something in the back of my head since the battle that I couldn't put together. When we'd been at the hospital and Lily was still unconscious, Sarah explained how when Lily had fallen out of the window, some guy came up to her on a broom to slow her fall. I honestly had no idea how that happened or if she really saw what she did or if she'd even made it happen herself. It was possible and wouldn't have been the stangest thing Sarah had ever made randomly appear. See: The Marshmallow Puff man that also made an appearance at the battle.
She didn't mention that she'd been the one to make the guy appear though, so I didn't ask. Usually she realizes it after the fact if she hadn't done it on purpose. Then when I'd been talking to Harry and Faith about what had happened, Harry gave me this strange look and asked, "Like Harry Potter?" At the time, I sort of shrugged it off because yeah, I guess that would be the way it happened but Harry Potter? I wasn't exactly buying that one.
A couple weeks later, several others were at the Hyperion and I got into a conversation with Willow. We talked about the battle some, how she'd been getting settled in LA since she'd been here, and something brought up the snow storm. Yeah, that was all kinds of fun. Getting trapped in a comic book store with a guy who happened to date a slayer yet had no idea who the hell we were, well who I was, and Spike was the highlight I'd had in months. Only not exactly.
The kid turned out to be alright for someone who liked to ask questions and never stop talking. He'd helped out when it counted and, hey, if he could handle a slayer then more power to him, right? I knew from experience exactly how difficult that could be sometimes.
Willow explained where she'd been during the snowstorm and exactly who she'd been trapped with in the magic store. I think I must have just stared at her for a few seconds because she tapped me on the shoulder to see if I was still with her. Harry Potter. In Los Angeles. And not in a book or a movie. Well, okay, so I understood that whole book thing just a little.
I did some research on my own, asked around with a few of my old contacts (who were now becoming new contacts again) and it didn't take long before I had the name of a hotel. A hotel where Harry Potter was and had been staying for a while now. Maybe it's best if I tell my Harry about this once I get back because otherwise he'd probably want to bring his favorite spell book and come with me. Oh hell. Please don't let Osborn ask Potter to teach him more advanced spells. He already thinks it's supposed to come easy because of his knowing Latin.
A little while after sunset, I grabbed my coat and the piece of paper with the hotel's address and headed out. I wasn't exactly sure what in the hell I was going to say when I got there, but even if just for the sake of his saving Lily's life, I needed to find him. Once I arrived, I parked my car and scanned the building to find the right room number. Sighing a bit, I was out of the car and walking down the hallway to his room. After a beat, I knocked and waited for him to answer. This was probably going to be a little strange.
[Open to the boy who lived, Harry friggin' Potter]
It seemed that finally things were starting to get really settled in at the Hyperion after everything. Our lives were never going to be the same, but the awkwardness that had been driving me crazy was gone and we all seemed to be doing okay. As okay as possible anyway. There were the obvious things that were never going to be alright again, but at least for one of them I wanted to try and fix somewhat. When Cordelia moved out of the hotel, we'd still spoken but it was different and I missed her. She'd been my best friend for years now and I had screwed up enough in the past that I could hardly understand why she's stuck around the way she has.
Weeks went by that we were so fucked up we could hardly see straight. Cordelia might have been wrong about the reasons behind why I went there, but that doesn't change the fact that it happened. I hardly knew the difference between up and down and it took a while before I was able to snap out of it and realize what I really needed to be doing and then follow through with it. And follow through with it, we did. Prime example? Wolfram and Hart going down in flames.
I'd gone out right after sunset to do a little patroling, but didn't make it last long before I got back in the car and started the drive over towards Kennedy's place to see Cordy. I'd checked in on her at the hospital while she'd been there and by phone a couple time since she'd gotten out, but it had been a while since we'd really had a face to face conversation that was spent really talking.
Her moving in with Kennedy was kind of a surprise considering how I thought they.. ended things, but I guess I wasn't up on exactly everything going on right now? I don't know? I'd find out?
Pulling into the driveway, I cut the engine and walked up to the door. Knocking, I waited for her or Kennedy to answer.
1. Think of the first word that comes to mind when you think of me. 2. Go to http://images.google.com and search for that word. 3. Reply to this post with one of the pictures on the first page of results -- don't tell me the word. 4. Put this in your own blog so that I can do the same.
Life is a Soundtrack Rules: 1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc) 2. Put it on shuffle 3. Press play 4. For every question, type the song that's playing 5. When you go to a new question, press the next button 6. Don't lie.
not emo
