Ol'Friend, Ol'Crowd
It isn't dusk yet when something resemble 'Crack' echoing in a plain sight. As the sun goes up with its first trinkled of morning rays, an oldman with purple tassle plush hat show out of thin air, scaring a pair of bird on the cobblestone. Even as the silky mist not dissipated yet, Albus Dumbledore already start his journey of walking under the flamel house's ward with ease. After all, apparating with 'the sickle portkey' that he got years ago from them litterally not illegal. If the portkey that the flamel's giving not illegal already, of course.
He was humming a song happily- making his way down the hill into a small hut with a golden and brown prairie surrounding the place. The old man exhaling with amused smile when a gust of wind blown his violet gown and long ashen beard. His nostrils rise with interest as a familiar scent of lemongrass almost choked him suddenly into the blissful memory that he really missed. Just like a-few-days old memories. Surprisingly, what he missed the most is not a bunch of scene nor things. We are going to talk about a person that emergence out of nowhere at night of a nightmare like a punch in the shoulder.
This man has unnerving similarity but with so many different aspects. Nervous and awkward, he could not fool the headmaster. He knew better that this particular young man is as deep as the ocean. Just like how the way hazel of rich brown with suspiciously reddish colour always looked at him sharp in the eye, showing his unfaltering gaze. Right under the freezing of the ice berg tough, Albus found it, the hidden warmth of a happy man, the hearty atmosphere he felt that he did not even need to see his face to know. Once, he looked at him, his familiar face draping Albus dumbledore with undoubtedly recognised and relieved. What surprised him even more was the genuine smile plastered on that boy with an unhealthy pale face along with nonexistent snake characteristics nor malice.
Flooded with the after image of his own face that resembles petrified fish, unconsciously made the line around Dumbledore blue greyish eye crinkling delightfully. A soft laugh echoing as he remembered those funny things.
The headmaster pocketed his fifteen inch elder wood that still dangling loose in his right hand and with no time, he stepped into the shadow of its front door. The wood floor creaked under new weight while his hands unconsciously dusting the proud purple robe just because it's something appropriate to do.