Harry had been dusting himself off and listening to Luna introduce herself to the young man who'd just knocked him over when he was suddenly beseiged by a very large and very friendly black dog, who seemed intent on covering his face with a layer of canine saliva.
Instinctively grinning he patted the dog's head with one of his hands.
"Hello boy," he said, overwhelmed by a strange surge of joy. "You're friendly, aren't you." He then laughed as the creature continued to be boistrously affectionate. "Well, I'm Hugo and I'm...."
He trailed off as he was seized by a moment of something that was almost, but not quite, dizziness. Something that he was certain was a recollection trickled into his mind. It wasn't a disjointed flashback or an incomprehensible hallucination of the sort that he'd grown used to experiencing over the past twelve months. It was a memory of a quaint village and a red-haired boy a bushy-haired girl and a large black dog. He couldn't name the people or the place, but it seemed somehow very real.
For some reason he felt a sudden and overwhelming sense of loss.
Had he had a dog like this once?
"I think that you remind me of someone," he said in a quiet voice, before reaching over to take a spare rib from the table and offering it to the animal.
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Date: 2006-08-09 12:53 am (UTC)Instinctively grinning he patted the dog's head with one of his hands.
"Hello boy," he said, overwhelmed by a strange surge of joy. "You're friendly, aren't you." He then laughed as the creature continued to be boistrously affectionate. "Well, I'm Hugo and I'm...."
He trailed off as he was seized by a moment of something that was almost, but not quite, dizziness. Something that he was certain was a recollection trickled into his mind. It wasn't a disjointed flashback or an incomprehensible hallucination of the sort that he'd grown used to experiencing over the past twelve months. It was a memory of a quaint village and a red-haired boy a bushy-haired girl and a large black dog. He couldn't name the people or the place, but it seemed somehow very real.
For some reason he felt a sudden and overwhelming sense of loss.
Had he had a dog like this once?
"I think that you remind me of someone," he said in a quiet voice, before reaching over to take a spare rib from the table and offering it to the animal.