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Flying
Madame Bell told Inus to change into his school uniform including robes. After she led him to the backyard of the Quirrell estate, (such as it was) a two-bedroom townhouse in a London suburb, she had him sit on his Firebolt. "I think an action pose will show the tournament better than you sitting in chair. I will add the crowds below and the Hungarian Horntail later."
"Mum, would you hand me my crutches?" asked Inus.
Mrs. Quirrell gave him his crutches.
Inus swung his good leg over the broom, stood on his crutches, then made his way into the house and upstairs to his room. The model of his dragon was still on his night table. He put it in his robe pocket. After placing both crutches under one shoulder, he hopped down the stairs, using his good leg and the railing. The rest of the way, he used the crutches correctly. He took the model from his pocket. "Madame Bell, I have a model you can copy."
Madame Bell put the model by her easel. "Thank you, Inus. I'll return it to you after I finish the painting."
Inus muffed up his hair. "Does it look wind-blown enough?"
Madame Bell looked at her canvas then him. "Yes, Inus. You're a handsome boy. I hope my paints do you justice."
Inus climbed back on the broom, which magically levitated. With the broom supporting part of his weight, his bad leg didn't hurt. As Madame Bell painted him, Inus's mind returned to him beating the dragon. He thought about flying over the treetops, and that on a broom, his bad leg wouldn't matter. He would just have to put his weight on his good leg when he landed. In the air he was the same old Harry.
Four of the seven players on the Gryffindor team were Weasleys. George and Fred would be seventh years next year. Ron was made captain the end of his third year and, due to the tournament, he wouldn't captain a game until his fifth year. Inus was very eager to see how his first friend he made in Hogwarts would manage a team. Severus wouldn't be too annoyed if Inus cheered for Ron. Actually, it would bother Severus enormously. More the fun. Inus hoped Madame Bell captured his smile.
Inus thought about returning to teaching, the sorting hat, the first years and the older students. He thought about using his broom to visit Sibyll in her tower. Brooms were for more than Quidditch. He would be forever flying his broom, thanks to Madame Bell. He looked forward to see the completed painting.
Madame Bell said, "We can do more tomorrow."
"Uh," said Inus.
"Pleasant daydreams," said Madame Bell. "I caught the smile on your face. I want you to look at me tomorrow. I need to work on those blue eyes."
Inus looked at her, not simply faced her while his mind wandered. "I can smile for you now."
Madame Bell, a middle-aged witch, had on a painter's smock and black trousers. With a short hair and modern clothes, she looked very different from the female professors. He wasn't listening to her thoughts now that he had more control over whom he scanned. "We can get some tea then I can paint some more."
Inus climbed off his broom. "I can't bend my leg without pain and my crutches are on the grass."
Madame Bell handed him his crutches. "Sorry."
"The broom supported my bad leg. It was the first time I stood without pain since the maze." Inus leaned on his crutches.
Madame Bell walked back into the house with him. "You're the second portrait I was commissioned to do for Hogwarts. I normally paint animals and babies."
"Animals?" asked Inus.
"I started doing babies then witches owled me to paint their pets," said Madame Bell. "My oddest request was one witch wanted me to paint her as a cat."
Inus didn't say Minerva.