A Lesson Learned on a Lane.

‘Who are you and what have you done with Hermione Granger?’

There once was a friend with whom I talked of deep and meaningful things. Of shoes and ships and sealing wax. Of cabbages and kings.

She is no more. I saw the physical form which she used to inhabit today. It looked alive and well and ostensibly the same as ever, but another soul has taken the reins now, a stranger unknown and unrecognised. 

So who is there to haunt when the dark mist descends and the memory beckons? To whom should I sing on cold winter nights when I no longer have warm blood to freeze?

For now, life moves on and so should I. Here endeth today’s lesson.