Prodigal
Who: Charlie Weasley, Open to Order Members
Where: Potter Estate
When: 11 April, 2001
Status: Complete
Up the lane, around the high hedges that had long ago overgrown into great vaguely square monsters, down the path between tall trees, and through the faint tingle of the wards Charlie walked, whistling tunelessly with the midday birdsong.
The house loomed from around the corner.
He slowed, bag sliding from his shoulder into his hand as he moved into the shadows of the estate, his gaze taking in the vast unkempt yard, the flaking paint, the hairline cracks in the glass of the greenhouse. Ivy seemed to grow unheeded on at least one corner of the house, but when he looked at it again with the knowledge that people lived within, he noticed that it had been carefully trimmed away from the windows. And the flaking paint was only an illusion of disrepair - the siding was all properly sealed.
The door opened to his touch, and he let himself in. Dust danced in the late afternoon light of the front hall, stirred by the faint breeze that wafted through the entryway. He pushed the door shut with his back. Talking a deep breath, his gaze took everything in, weariness etched in his brow.
"Hullo? Anyone home?"
Where: Potter Estate
When: 11 April, 2001
Status: Complete
Up the lane, around the high hedges that had long ago overgrown into great vaguely square monsters, down the path between tall trees, and through the faint tingle of the wards Charlie walked, whistling tunelessly with the midday birdsong.
The house loomed from around the corner.
He slowed, bag sliding from his shoulder into his hand as he moved into the shadows of the estate, his gaze taking in the vast unkempt yard, the flaking paint, the hairline cracks in the glass of the greenhouse. Ivy seemed to grow unheeded on at least one corner of the house, but when he looked at it again with the knowledge that people lived within, he noticed that it had been carefully trimmed away from the windows. And the flaking paint was only an illusion of disrepair - the siding was all properly sealed.
The door opened to his touch, and he let himself in. Dust danced in the late afternoon light of the front hall, stirred by the faint breeze that wafted through the entryway. He pushed the door shut with his back. Talking a deep breath, his gaze took everything in, weariness etched in his brow.
"Hullo? Anyone home?"