Albus Dumbledore (oddmenttweak) wrote in thecellardoor, @ 2017-10-30 11:59:00 |
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Wonderful.
Granting himself a moment to sit with his head in his hands, Albus finally took a deep breath and forced himself out of bed. Pulling on the same clothes he’d worn yesterday, he stepped out of the bedroom, relieved to find that the house was quiet and empty. Which, unfortunately, also meant that the cupboards were bare. It was this, rather than any great mission for information, which sent him out of the door into the dewy, early morning fog, leaving the mask Professor McGonagall had given him lying on the kitchen table.
There must be somewhere to get a vaguely passable cup of tea in this ridiculous place…Unfortunately, it seemed Albus would not get far enough to find out. In fact, he had been walking for less than five minutes before something hit him rather hard in the back of the head. He stumbled forward, almost losing his footing in the mist. As he caught himself, biting back a curse and reaching for the throbbing spot on the back of his skull, something else came rushing out of the gloom. It was hard to make out, just a slightly denser patch of fog in the mist. But when it leapt upon him, it was as solid as a train. Albus immediately felt whatever it was close around his nose and mouth, shutting of his startled shout before it even started.
He couldn’t breathe. For a moment, the redhead scrabbled at his cloudy constrictions around his face, but couldn’t get a grasp on anything. It was only when stars started to appear in front of his eyes that he thought to reach for his wand. Somewhere deep in the back of his head, something clicked into place, and a moment later he was sending bluebell flames upward, barely avoiding singing his eyebrows.
The creature released him, and was immediately snatched away by something. It cartwheeled away and vanishing back into the fog, where other shadows could be seen tumbling over each other. Gasping for air, Albus flicked his wrist, and the cluster of flames tumbled from the tip of his wand to the ground. Another hurried motion and the fire started to move, encircling him in a protective ring of low-burning bluebell flames as he caught his breath.