Notes: Deeply sorry for the time it took me to update. I would like to thank all those who reviewed (DarkHorse7, Kaypee, Weasleylover1, Light, and excessivelyperky) because without reviews I would not have started this next chapter. Unlike my previous two, this was not written in a day but came very slowly, it's also longer I think. I hope it measures up to your standards and will be a good addition to the story.

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…doesn't this sound too serious…?

Hush.

…but we don't want to bore them…

Well, we've been serious in the previous two.

…so…

Never mind, enjoy, and please review.

Disclaimer: Same as first chapter.

Small Wind

Ch. 3 Afternoon

         Rays of light cascading across the floor from the window brought a warmth that the room lacked. Faint speaks of dust floated in the still air displacing each other in an effort to reach some unknown target. The atmosphere smelled of antiseptics and held the stench of healing.

          White, so much white. The room was filled with white; white walls, a white floor, white cabinets, white doors, and white beds. But not all was white; one small section was scared with black, a mark on the perpetual continuity. It had been covered by a white sheet, as if to hide the darkness, but the attempt had failed. Long dark hair glistened in the afternoon light; a single form alone in an expanse of white. There was no sound, so quiet; the only motion was that of the dust and the slight rise and fall of the marred sheet.
Faintly, in the distance, a noise,

clip, clop, clip, clop

A sudden change came upon the room, as if some spell had been broken. The light dimmed, the air stirred, and the figure beneath t he white quivered. The noise drew closer,

Clip, Clop, Clip, Clop

The light ran from the noise and left the room to plunge into a chilled white abyss. The white changed to gray and the dust vanished in its attempt to escape, leaving the lonely dark to be joined by shadows.

CLIP, CLOP, CLIP.

The proximity of the noise reached its peak and then stopped. There was a brief moment of silence; tension and expectation encompassed the room, the black form stirred.

The door creaked, the handle turned, and light started to flood through the expanding crack. In that instant the form froze and the encroaching whiteness lost its momentary return as a shadow covered the space between the door and its frame.

A short form, clad in white, slipped through the crack and quickly pushed the door too, shutting out the light once more.

She turned. Her robes twirled making a slight noise as they swept the floor and the short coco curls that escaped the bottom of her white cap bounced with the motion. He chubby red cheeks emitted a glow which, when coupled with the light of her eyes, caused an aura of warmth that was greater then that the light had brought.

She attempted a silent approach.

clip.clop.clip.clop.

The form beneath the sheet remained unnaturally still.

As the white figure moved across the room the light began to creep in behind her. Slowly they both progressed across the room. As she neared the occupied bed she slowed down and stopped at the base. The light, however, still continued its nervous procession and, upon touching the hem of her skirts, burst full force back into the room. The nurse's eyes squinted in the moment and then returned to their usual bright circles.

She raised a clipboard from its position on the table and began to study it. There was silence. She reached down into her pocket as if to remove something but suddenly turned towards the door from wince she had come.

It opened.

The air of the room became excited and began to dance about to a joyous tune that only it could hear. The old man entered. Pale blue robes flowed soundlessly though the doorway and into the room. The room was filled with an electric charge and brightness doubled where the man stood.

The nurse made a move to speak but with a single motion the old man brought his finger to his lips and glided over to the bedside. He knelt before the dark figure and gently pushed back the sheet from the face. Black eyes stared at blue eyes.

A moment's pause.

The black darted quickly towards the white and then back to the blue. The old man nodded, smiled with a twinkle in his eyes, placed his hand upon the other's hand, and looked at the white. She smiled. Blue eyes quickly landed on the figure in the bed and then the old man stood. Returning his attention to the nurse he motioned her to him and then proceeded to the door.

Both forms vanished and once more left the dark form alone with the white. He moved. Only slightly at first but then brought himself into a full sitting position. The black hair fell down to the shoulders and tried to cover some of the white that had been forced on the figure. He swung his legs to the edge of the bed and sat still for a moment. The atmosphere was hesitant to respond, tense, nervous, ready for nothing and everything. His face all concentration, worn and tired but full of a deep emotion, hidden to the world.

He stood. Uncertainly he swayed in the spot. Then, slowly, he placed one bare foot in the front and preceded it with the other. Cold stone, one step bringing the same sensation as the next. The dust swam around him and was pushed from its path by him. The silent trip seemed to last forever but was no time at all. He stopped in front of the window. He blocked some of the light in its frame and caused a great shadow to fall across the room. He placed his head against the glass and closed his eyes. In that instant he seemed to age far more than that of the old man. A deep, low, sigh, one that could only be heard in a room so absent of sound.

He once more opened his eyes and was composed in the next breath. His fist clinched the teacher watched the streets of London with a fierce burning emotion in his obsidian eyes.

There it is, hope you liked it. I still haven't added dialogue. What do you think, should I? It might make it easier writing plot but it isn't quite the writing style I've been using. I'll leave it up to you. Remember, review. I promise I will when I read your stories! :¬)