~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~ He was early. Ridiculously so. It was an old habit, born of ridiculously early mornings spent in the training hall at the Ministry, and sleepless nights. Habits, it seemed, which were still hard to break.
Still, it gave him time to think. He had spent the better part of the early hours just wandering around the pratice area, going over his conversation with Shacklebolt and Brown, over his own memories of wanting to join the MLE. It was no small thing, deciding one's career path, and no small matter being one to encourage or discourage said decision.
The later part of the morning had been spent fixing up a few spots and holes in the room, no doubt caused by some overzealous practices. The final time spent leaning with his back against the wall, wand absently twirling between his fingers as he delved into more thoughts, listening to the passage of students outside the room and the faint hum of wind outside the windows.
__________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy. |