...no, it doesn't always mean- marriage. The colours also symbolise- the same as they do here, I believe, white for purity, and red for- passion. It's just- yes, an Indian wedding garment is usually red, as is the Mehendi dye a- bride applies to herself.
Mike... Merlin. I just- hope you know that I'm- definitely not trying to push you into anything for which- you are not ready, or not interested- or whatever. I love you so much.
Just- doing what we continue to do without- making Morag and Lisa think they'll run into us- snogging passionately in some alcove, or- sprawled across our bed?
Though- with the way they like to tease and gossip, I don't know if that's even possible.
You've been living with her in the same dorm for the past seven years and you're trying to tell me that you don't know something about her that the rest of us don't? Even I've stuff on Cornfoot, and he's practically invisible.
Alright then. So that's a way of hoping passion stays infused in the marriage then?
I know. I didn't say I wasn't interested, Padma. Besides, we haven't talked about it or anything anyroad, so I don't see why there'd be any reason for me to think you were pushing me into anything. I love you too.
You don't reckon it'd be hilarious for them to run into us one time? Give them something to keep them up wide awake at night? We wouldn't actually have to do anything as I reckon the appearance of it would be enough of a nightmare.
I could see about organising a parade once spring comes. But if you think I'll let you touch my badge, you are wildly mistaken, Mikey.
Indeed it would. I don't think I could get involved in a marriage- or a life- that was without passion.
I'm saying- the prospect of marriage- interests me, Mike. Maybe not right now. Certainly- if you don't share my feelings. But- I do- hope to be married someday... be it one year from now, or five. Right.
Are you doubting Professor Flitwick's belief in me? And what about Tony, hm? Where's his sodding bravery?
...er. I think I was just insulting. But then again, so were you. How'd I get in indeed. You are aware of how much I revise- given how often you attempt to foil my attempts! How did you manage to get into this House, Mr Corner? We all know about your damnable cheaterly bone, after all.
A large one. Phenomenally large. With wild animals and loads of golden balloons, trained monkeys tapdancing, trumpeteers heralding our arrival as we soar past on the back of a giant eagle, waving to all our admirers. We'll see about the badge come spring.
I don't think there'd be any point in living if there wasn't.
Not one bit. Thought I was complimenting you actually.
Damn right I am. I've your revision habits learnt by heart. As for my own sorting, I reckon the Sorting Hat was still on a decent high from the moth balls and my placement was a merry accident.
Would it be prudent of me to close my curtains now?
You are always so extravagant, Michael Corner. Can't you ever find solace with a small affair? And I'm afraid it will take something much grander than the changing of seasons to sway me on that topic, yes.
I completely agree.
Yes- of course. Would you- be interested in marrying me, then? Or do you just want to- marry someone... some day?
So much is wrong lately- I reckon I didn't want to be told that I've- not been treating my body well, or- paying enough attention to my roommates, or- anything else.
Sometimes I feel so- radically different from every- from all of my friends, but... reckon we all feel that way sometimes.
Honestly? I've not considered it before. Marriage, that is, seeing as we're still in school and all, focusing on today and all that tosh. I know I don't want to lose you, and imagining you five years from now with someone else sodding wrenches me, but I s'pose I reckoned you'd move on from me. Find someone better, someone you deserve. Guess I always thought I'd wind up on my own, sort of like an afterthought, yeah?
It's coming out all sodding wrong, isn't it?
Bloody hell.
I'd be interested in marrying you someday, Padma. I meant it when I said always. We're still young yet, right? Could you wait for someday?
You're never an afterthought. Ever. You never were before this, and you never will be- no matter where we go. I just- didn't want to hold you to... forever if you don't want me forever.
...I meant "always" too. I didn't- know how to say this, after- we made love, ever since... I just feel so much closer to you. I don't know if it's- natural or cliche for- a girl like me to feel, but... everything you said would happen, everything you told me about- closeness and charged energy... well it came true. And bloody hell- I don't want to sit here and relegate our relationship- solely to shagging. I just mean- Mike, you're it for me. There is no better. There is no one more deserving.
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