 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
Quiddich and potions. Two subjects he really didn't care to place together. Potions was already unnerving enough, to add in the fear of flying and the uncertainty of being off the ground was just nauseating. So he would do a quick peak around and that was it. No dawdling, nothing. In and out and that would be that. He doubted Lafay would find a use for the broomshed anyways. What could she possibly hide that was on the list that would be found in a broomshed?
With a sigh, a nervous fidget with the list in his pocket and a final steeling of his stomach, he pushed open the door and peaked inside. No one, no Vindictus. It was actually rather dark in the enclosure. Stepping inside, he pushed the door open until it touched the wall, letting the early evening light spill into the hut, casting long shadows about the quiet brooms hanging upon the walls. For all that it represented, it looked rather tame, quiet and forgotten.
Perhaps it was his muggle side that had him perceiving the room of brooms as speaking of age and disuse. Sure muggles had cleaning closets, but never with so many brooms or with brooms of such age. It was something one would see in the servants quarters of a historical home. Suddenly it was less threatening and he moved in further. He even went so far as to let his fingers trail over a few of the brooms, as if trying to comfort them in an abandonment they didn't know they had. Vindictus took good care of them, that was for sure, but the silence of the evening did something to give them such a forlorn appearance.
It was a few feet in that he had to stop and smile. Hanging up in the corner was his broom from his first year at Hogwarts. He'd recognize it anywhere. With a bit more lightness to his step, he moved over to the old item, running both his hands down it with a wider grin. Horus. It was what he had called it when he had taken his first flying lessons. A time that felt like ages ago. Another life. It was strange seeing an artifact from that time present, unchanged. Everything else had changed, but this one small thing, the representative of one of his greatest fears, had remained constant. And there was a strange sort of peace in that knowledge.
It was upon his examination of his old friend that a glint caught the corner of his eye. As far as he could remember, nothing ever glinted in the broomshed. Ever. Part of the whole look of abandonment he supposed. With a frown a turn of his head, he spotted what it was that had caused the brief flash of light. Embarrassment touched his cheeks as he left the broom and made his way over to the glass cauldrons. Apparently the broomshed wasn't as off limits to Lafay's test as he had thought. For all his fear, he was glad he had decided to check the location, and retrieving one of the cauldrons, he tucked it carefully in the bag he had retrieved from the potions room. So it was true, jewels were found in the most unlikely of places.
His eyes returned to Horus with a soft smile. Two jewels. If he had time, he would have stayed to give the broom one last cleaning, but as it was the sun was already on its way down and he was only beginning his journey. It was time to move on.
__________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
_______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy. |