A Loud Fright

40. Sonorus

Draco still remembered the first Quidditch game he had ever seen. His father had taken him to a match which fell right on the day of his fifth birthday. At age five, he had only a rudimentary grasp of the rules of Quidditch, and often found himself muddled up throughout the game as a result.

His most vivid memory, though, was of the beginning.

“Morning, Lucius,” the commentator greeted his father with a smile. “Ah, and this must be Draco?”

“Good morning,” Draco muttered, clutching at his father’s robe discreetly.

“Let’s go take our seats, Draco,” Lucius said, with a smile at his friend, and pulled his son along. As they walked away, the boy heard the wizard behind them mutter “Sonorus” under his breath. They had barely sat when the loudest noise Draco had ever heard resounded around them, causing the child to jump up in his seat, eyes wide open in fright.

“He’s going to be commenting the game, Draco, it’s normal. Ignore him,” was all that Lucius said, narrowing his eyes at his son’s display of fear.

Draco had learned early in is life that Lucius was not an understanding man.