Supper had passed by quickly. Topics jumped, as if a child's mind. Soon the
mouths grew tired, landing the table in a quiet puddle. As if vocal cords
had been replaced with air, no one spoke.
The painting I had met was not the most interesting, considering it was a blank canvas. "Paintings are always on the run, seeming to pick the best times to run" my father had said, quickly adding if he saw one walking the halls in the morning he would ask it to say hello to me.
I now sat in the library, encircled by its many neatly lined books. My mind shifted to the wand I had seen in my fathers belt it looked (at a glance) so much the same to Godrics. Though Godrics was more worn, I reminded myself. I continued to point out the differences of the two wands, until they seemed to have not a splinter carved the same way.
"You know Dumbledore is planning to stop by, ask if you're still going to teach at Hogwarts, seeing as you found Harry," the man Mr.. Black finished his sentence with a gulp of water. I perked my ears for the reply. Godric had told me of Hogwarts, and also Dumbledore the headmaster.
"Of course we will" my mother beat to the answer. Her eyes flashed with something a keen to, safety?
"I'm sure Harry would enjoy it there, right kido?" my father directed his eyes to mine. They lingered trying to search my mind. "Is it fun?" I asked, in truth Godric had told me of its classes but never whether it was fun or not.
"Course it is" my father paused; his eyes traced the rooms occupants. "Harry," he spoke the word softly letting it still in the air. "Do you remember this?" again he interrupted his soft-spoken speech to take his wand from his pocket. "Its called a wand- " this time I was the one to discontinue him. "I know, but can't you also do wand less magic I mean wizards didn't always have wands right?" I bit the inside of my cheek. ' I should not have interrupted him'. I slowly drew back in the cushioned chair in which I sat. Keeping my hands ready to shield my face.
A/N short I know.I was sick (threw up 12 hours strait). He-he left you at a cliffhanger even though the rest is already written.
Thank you for reading.
The painting I had met was not the most interesting, considering it was a blank canvas. "Paintings are always on the run, seeming to pick the best times to run" my father had said, quickly adding if he saw one walking the halls in the morning he would ask it to say hello to me.
I now sat in the library, encircled by its many neatly lined books. My mind shifted to the wand I had seen in my fathers belt it looked (at a glance) so much the same to Godrics. Though Godrics was more worn, I reminded myself. I continued to point out the differences of the two wands, until they seemed to have not a splinter carved the same way.
"You know Dumbledore is planning to stop by, ask if you're still going to teach at Hogwarts, seeing as you found Harry," the man Mr.. Black finished his sentence with a gulp of water. I perked my ears for the reply. Godric had told me of Hogwarts, and also Dumbledore the headmaster.
"Of course we will" my mother beat to the answer. Her eyes flashed with something a keen to, safety?
"I'm sure Harry would enjoy it there, right kido?" my father directed his eyes to mine. They lingered trying to search my mind. "Is it fun?" I asked, in truth Godric had told me of its classes but never whether it was fun or not.
"Course it is" my father paused; his eyes traced the rooms occupants. "Harry," he spoke the word softly letting it still in the air. "Do you remember this?" again he interrupted his soft-spoken speech to take his wand from his pocket. "Its called a wand- " this time I was the one to discontinue him. "I know, but can't you also do wand less magic I mean wizards didn't always have wands right?" I bit the inside of my cheek. ' I should not have interrupted him'. I slowly drew back in the cushioned chair in which I sat. Keeping my hands ready to shield my face.
A/N short I know.I was sick (threw up 12 hours strait). He-he left you at a cliffhanger even though the rest is already written.
Thank you for reading.