Wilful Ignorance
Title- Wilful Ignorance
Fandom- Harry Potter (from the POV of a muggle)
Rating- M
Prompt- 402- restoration- tamingthemuse
Pairing- None
Warning- None
Wordcount- 500
Surely there couldn't exist a world that operated alongside their own? A world in the middle of a war, by the looks of it.
The sky was dark and the night was still. It was as though the Earth could sense that something was coming and it was holding its breath, watching and waiting patiently. Alex sat on his creaking old porch, smoking and waiting for whatever was certainly about to happen. The smoke rose from his cigarette in elegant spirals; spires dancing into the moonlight and disintegrating into the cool evening breeze.
His wife was long in bed, blankets tucked around her. He didn’t know why he hadn’t joined her, only that the antsy feeling that had been steadily building under his skin all day was rising to the surface. It was going to happen soon, he could feel it. The question was, what? Thinking about it, his friends in the government had been acting antsy all week now, as though in anticipation. But they could be like that over the most obscure things. He had once been subjected to an hour long lecture on the restoration of a historical landmark that the government had poured millions into having fixed. Alex could think of nothing more boring but his friend had been twitching from all the excitement.
A faint hum broke through the silence, as soft and irritating as if it was a mosquito buzzing around near his head. He swatted the air next to him despondently, certain that the noise wasn’t coming from an insect but still hopeful. The noise grew louder until it felt like the ground was vibrating and streetlights began to burst around him. He could hear voices now, shouts and screams echoing out from the overwhelming noise. That was when he looked up and saw them.
Hundreds of people soured above his head, navigating space while sitting on broomsticks that looked like they had come straight out of a fairytale. He saw bright lights flashing as incantations were cast and people spinning out of control and crashlanding on the ground. Robes fluttered in the breeze and Alex wondered if he wasn’t hallucinating the whole thing. Witches and wizards spellcasting on brooms? He had had a beer tonight, maybe it was stronger than he was used to and he had suddenly become drunk? The only other explanation was that they were real and that he wasn’t imagining things, but that couldn’t possibly be true. Could it?
ilfulIt was too bizarre to even begin to comprehend. Wizards were tales from storybooks, nothing more. They certainly weren’t flying above his head in the middle of this dreary old city. He stood up and ran back inside, dropping the cigarette onto the pavement as he went. He didn’t understand what was happening and if his friends knew about this then no wonder they had been so antsy. It has hard to believe that there could exist a secret world alongside theirs, a world in the middle of a war by the looks of it. Alex didn’t know and he realised that there were some things outside of human comprehension. He climbed up the stairs and went back to bed, while bright lights flashed from the window, making his room look almost magical.
Fandom- Harry Potter (from the POV of a muggle)
Rating- M
Prompt- 402- restoration- tamingthemuse
Pairing- None
Warning- None
Wordcount- 500
Surely there couldn't exist a world that operated alongside their own? A world in the middle of a war, by the looks of it.
The sky was dark and the night was still. It was as though the Earth could sense that something was coming and it was holding its breath, watching and waiting patiently. Alex sat on his creaking old porch, smoking and waiting for whatever was certainly about to happen. The smoke rose from his cigarette in elegant spirals; spires dancing into the moonlight and disintegrating into the cool evening breeze.
His wife was long in bed, blankets tucked around her. He didn’t know why he hadn’t joined her, only that the antsy feeling that had been steadily building under his skin all day was rising to the surface. It was going to happen soon, he could feel it. The question was, what? Thinking about it, his friends in the government had been acting antsy all week now, as though in anticipation. But they could be like that over the most obscure things. He had once been subjected to an hour long lecture on the restoration of a historical landmark that the government had poured millions into having fixed. Alex could think of nothing more boring but his friend had been twitching from all the excitement.
A faint hum broke through the silence, as soft and irritating as if it was a mosquito buzzing around near his head. He swatted the air next to him despondently, certain that the noise wasn’t coming from an insect but still hopeful. The noise grew louder until it felt like the ground was vibrating and streetlights began to burst around him. He could hear voices now, shouts and screams echoing out from the overwhelming noise. That was when he looked up and saw them.
Hundreds of people soured above his head, navigating space while sitting on broomsticks that looked like they had come straight out of a fairytale. He saw bright lights flashing as incantations were cast and people spinning out of control and crashlanding on the ground. Robes fluttered in the breeze and Alex wondered if he wasn’t hallucinating the whole thing. Witches and wizards spellcasting on brooms? He had had a beer tonight, maybe it was stronger than he was used to and he had suddenly become drunk? The only other explanation was that they were real and that he wasn’t imagining things, but that couldn’t possibly be true. Could it?
ilfulIt was too bizarre to even begin to comprehend. Wizards were tales from storybooks, nothing more. They certainly weren’t flying above his head in the middle of this dreary old city. He stood up and ran back inside, dropping the cigarette onto the pavement as he went. He didn’t understand what was happening and if his friends knew about this then no wonder they had been so antsy. It has hard to believe that there could exist a secret world alongside theirs, a world in the middle of a war by the looks of it. Alex didn’t know and he realised that there were some things outside of human comprehension. He climbed up the stairs and went back to bed, while bright lights flashed from the window, making his room look almost magical.