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Hourglass. Fascinating. It was the first thing her eyes immediately landed on when she walked into his office. This was her first detention.
He asked her to wait and she did. She was a very obedient girl.
Hourglass. Still fascinating. Her father gave her one when she was younger as a birthday gift. There was this strange enjoyable feeling that she could have from simply watching the little sand in the hourglass fell down. One by one.
Time. It was an uncatchable thing. Even with magic, people still failed to keep time from moving on. Time. Hourglass. Strange but mysteriously enchanting.
One. Two. Three. She counted.
Focusing. Memorizing. Murmuring. She lost herself in the world of the hourglass.
Her little finger was tabbing on the desk. One. Two. Three. It almost liked an old chanting. One. Two. Three.
Then she heard a voice. Someone was calling her from far away. Horatia.
The sand inside the hourglass suddenly formed into a form. A female with an alluring voice, asking her to join them, to return to her land, to her family.
"Miss Johnson!" his voice, the snarky but familiar tone, drew her consciousness back to the reality. Her grey eyes met his dark, almost onyx, eyes and she blinked. One. Two. Three.
"What have you seen in there?" he was curious but cautious. Something in her eyes gave away what she experienced a moment ago.
She tilted her head, watching him with the same amount of curious and cautious. He was waiting for her answer. Patiently. The sand in the hourglass continued its job without failing. One. Two. Three. Time was passing between the two of them, but none seemed to make a move.
And, she smiled. A smile sent shivering to his spine. A smile did not belong to a twelve years old girl. "If you have time in your hand, what will you do, sir?"
She asked a simple question but he remained silent. He narrowed his eyes as if he was waiting for something more. Nevertheless, nothing followed. With her creepy smile, she just stared back at him. Waiting.
"I will do nothing. Time is not something for human to toy with. It has its function and human, us, could only have a wishingful moment to control it. However, the consequence for those who play with time is beyond repairable. And, you will never allow to come close to my desk again."
His response was straight, cold, and distant. He took the hourglass away from his desk. It was a gift from an old friend and it was not a cursed object. However, he always had an uncertain feeling with the little thing. And today concluded his decision to move it away from public eyes. Then, the girl brought a different problem.
Yet, he made no indication he would follow up with what happened today. He signaled her to follow. It was time for her detention.
Inside his pocket, the hourglass turned to a new cycle. One. Two. Three.
"Welcome to my world, Master!"
A/N: This drabble follows a writing prompt on tumblr, Sand. And I also take it to join a little event tumblr as well. Just wish me luck so I may have a little Snape magnet at home (It's one of the giveaway gifts) lol. Again, I may or may not continue with this idea, even though, I really like to see it will go. Anyway, enjoy the drabble and thanks for supporting my works 3