The beginning is rather short, when copied into a hardcover book at home;
it fills up more space. Oh well, such is life. This was originally written
last year, so it is a little rough -hewn. Please feel free to critique.
Merci
The great oak doors burst open, and a man stormed in. "Dumbledore!" he called, his voice hoarse, as if from a recent strain. His black hair was disheveled and his dark eyes were wild. He quickened his pace as he headed toward a large wooden desk at the end of the room. As he strode down the length of the office, his black robes billowing out behind him, he barely took in his surroundings. The gold cage in the far left corner that was home to a vibrant phoenix named Fawkes, or the various odd instruments and gadgets lying in another corner. He didn't even notice a large stone basin containing a strange, silvery liquid now as the Pensieve. The man drew nearer to the desk. Behind it sat a rather old man with long silver hair and a long silver beard. Startling blue eyes peered out over half-moon spectacles that rested on a nose that looked as though it had been broken at least once or twice. He regarded the young man coming in with an air of anxiety.
"I take it you have news Severus.." his voice not quite carrying its usual calmness. His blue eyes gazed both thoughtfully and worriedly at the man before him. Breathing hard, and glaring uncertainly, the man began to speak.
The great oak doors burst open, and a man stormed in. "Dumbledore!" he called, his voice hoarse, as if from a recent strain. His black hair was disheveled and his dark eyes were wild. He quickened his pace as he headed toward a large wooden desk at the end of the room. As he strode down the length of the office, his black robes billowing out behind him, he barely took in his surroundings. The gold cage in the far left corner that was home to a vibrant phoenix named Fawkes, or the various odd instruments and gadgets lying in another corner. He didn't even notice a large stone basin containing a strange, silvery liquid now as the Pensieve. The man drew nearer to the desk. Behind it sat a rather old man with long silver hair and a long silver beard. Startling blue eyes peered out over half-moon spectacles that rested on a nose that looked as though it had been broken at least once or twice. He regarded the young man coming in with an air of anxiety.
"I take it you have news Severus.." his voice not quite carrying its usual calmness. His blue eyes gazed both thoughtfully and worriedly at the man before him. Breathing hard, and glaring uncertainly, the man began to speak.