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10 Characters, 10 Prompts. Prompts: Nicholas Flamel, collect
The Monopoly Challege. Prompt: write about one person caring for another.
Treasure
There were lots of things Nicholas Flamel still wanted to do before he died. He'd been alive for over five centuries, been around the world at least a hundred times, but still his bucket list was incomplete.
The world was always changing, growing. There were always new things to see and experience, to collect.
Nicholas spent most of his time in his room of treasures. They weren't really important, mind you. Just small things he'd picked up over the years. Some were valuable, yes. And gold. Oh, how he always loved gold.
On this particular day though, as he sat in his wheelchair in the middle of the gigantic room, he couldn't help but stare at the shelves and cabinets that remained bare – waiting for new treasure to come in.
"You should be resting," his wife, Perenelle, told him, shuffling in with her cane and handing him a drink.
"I can't do much else in this blasted chair, can I?" he huffed, accepting the drink.
Perenelle had been taking great care of him as his health rapidly declined over the last few months, despite the fact that she was also in the process of dying. Still, if only Albus Dumbledore wasn't such a good friend, then Nicholas wouldn't have felt obligated to say yes when Albus wanted to destroy the stone that had kept them alive for so long.
"I can't help thinking about this room … all the things I've yet to see…"
His wife just shook her head. "There will always be something keeping you here, Nicholas. It's a bit too late to do anything about that, and it's best to say goodbye while you can."
She left him alone with his treasures.
He took another look around the room, smiling at the memories these objects brought back, then wheeled out after her, shutting the door on the treasures for the last time.