With a small popping noise, a young man appeared at the base of a great oak. He lowered his wand, but didn't put it away as he leaned against the tree and looked up at the cozy little house down the hill. All the lights were out except in the very right window.
The young man set down the path, still holding his wand warily at his side, with a wide smile. As he reached the front yard of the house, he contemplated knocking on the door, but thought better of it and with a wave of his wand and a muttered 'Ascendio', he floated to the sill of the very right window.
The window was open to catch the summer breeze, so he was able to peer into the lit room. Inside was a young lady, who seemed to be around the age of seventeen, sitting at a vanity brushing her hair. The young man on the window watched her for a few moments, watching her and observing. She was just like he remembered, fragile-looking with yellowish blonde hair that hung down to her lower back.
"Ellie," the young man said, smiling broadly at her as her eyes traveled up to look at him in the mirror. She turned to look at him in the window, her bright blue eyes widened in shock.
"Gellert? Why are you here?" She was standing now, one hand braced on the vanity and the other searching for her wand, but it dropped to her side once she realized that her night gown had no pockets.
"Well, I'm here to see you, isn't that obvious?" the young man, or Gellert, answered. Ellie's eye's narrowed, as if she didn't believe him. She walked over to her bed, careful not to lose sight of Gellert, and picked up her wand from the nightstand beside it. Gellert could tell that she felt more comfortable with it in her hand.
"Why would you come to visit me when you didn't write to me the entire time you were gone?" Ellie demanded, pointing her wand at his chest. With a hurt look she added, "You missed my birthday."
"Ellie, I'm sorry," Gellert said. He slipped down from the window sill and into the room. Ellie took a step back, her wand still pointed at his chest. "I've been busy. I haven't had the chance."
"Too busy to write a letter? You didn't respond to any of my letters!" Ellie said, her voice quavering as she tried to keep her voice down. She didn't want to wake her family.
"Does it make you feel better to know that I came to visit you before anyone else?" Gellert said, trying to make amends. Ellie glared at him for a long moment, and then lowered her wand. It seemed that it did make her feel a little better.
"What have you been doing that's kept you so busy?" Ellie asked, still looking upset. "It wasn't more 'experiments', was it?"
"No," Gellert said as he moved to sit on her bed. She didn't move, her wand still clenched tightly in her hand as she watched him from behind the nightstand. "It's something more complex and ideal. So much more important. Something worthwhile that will change our world for the better."
"What are you talking about, Gellert?" Ellie questioned. Gellert leapt up from the bed and took her shoulders in his hands. He was nearly a head taller than her, so she had to look up to see his face.
"While I was gone, I was busy researching. What I've found is more extraordinary than I had first thought. I…," he stopped, remembering that Ellie had not agreed with his experiments. She wasn't so accepting of anything that was related to the dark arts or injured anyone else in the slightest. No, he'd wait until she wasn't angry with him, when she had forgiven him. He'd have to warm her up to the idea first. "It's good to see you again."
Ellie seemed confused with the abrupt change in their conversation, but she didn't question him. Instead, she said, "It's good to see you again, too." He looked her over again, taking in her big blue eyes, long blonde hair, and fair skin. It seemed that she was more beautiful than the last time he had seen her. She'd been crying, though, and her eyes had been all puffy.
He released her shoulders and turned away, wondering where she would fit into his future. In his plan for the greater good, there was no spot for his blue-eyed best friend. At least, none that he could see.
"Good night, Ellie," Gellert said, shooting back one last look before jumping out the window. Instead of disapparating, he choose to walk home.