Heartbreaking, especially the last line. I love your portrayal of Flitwick.
He was formed there now –like the gargoyles on the gateposts or the portraits that chattered and sauntered through the very fabric of the castle. Old things are not that flexible; they can brittle-snap if torn away. And dreams and boys surely do not last.
Perfect characterization!
You made so much sense of a pairing that I never would have thought could work for me. Awesome job!