HPFC Triwizard Tournament Stage 2
Daily Weird Prompt Thing Speed Drabble Competition - a watercolor set
Little Harry woke up at dawn that day. A huge grin adorned his lips as he pushed his over sized glasses up the bridge of his nose and flipped the covers from his legs. He swung his feet from his bed and crouched down, searching for a particular flat box under the floorboards of his room, the cupboard under the stairs.
He felt his fingertips brush against the smooth surface of the box and reached in deeper to retrieve it, dusting it off with his free hand. Harry crawled up his stiff bed and pulled a pile of scratch paper from his pillowcase. He set the pile by his windowsill, opening the ornate box, the paint palettes varying in color. It was always in the mornings of Sunday that Harry would wake up at exactly 4 a.m. to see the array of colors in the box.
He bought the watercolor set when Aunt Petunia asked him to fetch a carton of eggs from the local market by himself for the first time. The watercolor set was on sale for a very cheap price, and Harry just had enough coins in his pocket for it. It had been a thrilling experience, and Harry felt free- free from Aunt Petunia's scrutinizing words and prying eyes. On his way back home, all that took up his mind was how he could bring it home without his aunt knowing. But Harry was cunning. He dug up a hole in their garden and quickly stuffed the box into the deep depression along with the dirt. Later that day, Harry volunteered for garden work. He was given a large and ratty apron and rusty shovels by Uncle Vernon to work with. Looking behind him cautiously, sneaky little Harry dug up his watercolor set and stuffed it in his shirt, with the large apron obscuring it from view. That night, Harry sat wide awake on his bed, admiring his first ever watercolor set.
His hand dipped the brush that came with the set onto the small bowl containing water, and then to the yellow pan to add the color. With a few magical strokes with his brush, Harry created a sun that matched the view from his windowsill as the sun started to rise. The sun just reminded little Harry that it was yet again another difficult day with the Dursleys.