six | 2nd december 1999
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Dear Edith,

You kissed me.

After our date you kissed me on the cheek. It was nice. No one's kissed me since Ginny left, and although it was only a quick peck on the cheek, it meant the world to me. It seems strange that I, Harry James Potter, the boy who lived, become a simpering mess whenever you're near.

Perhaps it's the sheer joy your smile brings to a room, or the way you become so animated when talking about your students. Either way, there's something about you Edith Harrington, something that I can't quite describe.

You've caused me to be the happiest I've been in months, and as of now, I look forward to our weekly meetings. Though I'd love to start calling them dates, but I won't pressure you into that, I'd be willing to wait months if it meant that you would continue to help keep my life afloat.

Thank you for tonight, I'll remember it forever.

Harry xxx

edited 18/10/2020
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