a narrative; credence WHO: Credence Baregone WHEN: March 2, afternoon-ish. WHERE: The Potter residence. SUMMARY: Vouchers are received, and friends are remembered WARNINGS: Mention of character loss and death.
He flipped letters over. Most things were junk, especially if they were addressed to him, and maybe it was Credence's imagination but it seemed as if since he'd sent off for information about some of the different college and university programs, there were more of the junk sorts of mail. A credit card statement, an advertisement for a local mattress place, and then he paused.
Credence Barebone Potter.
It definitely was for him. A voucher to ride a Space Unicorn. A space unicorn?
He turned it over, and then back, and then over and then back again, and he half went through the rest of the mail, looking to see if Luna had one, before he realized he didn't need to. She wasn't here, so obviously.
He let out his breath, sighed, and turned back to his own voucher, carefully looking it over as he headed inside the Potter's house.
Luna would have loved a space unicorn. In fact Credence could picture her face if she'd had a voucher of her own, and it would have likely brought on conversations about unicorns and wizarding unicorns, and at least one or two other creatures that the wizarding world might not believe existed but Luna knew did, and Credence had come to believe that she might know more than the textbooks said, even if it always seemed a little unbelievable. He'd liked that about her.
He slipped the rest of the mail onto the kitchen counter and headed to his room. Cináed, his Phoenix, tilted his head at Credence as he walked into the bedroom, and Credence came across to let the bird out of the large cage he sometimes stayed in when Credence was away. Cináed rustled his wings, fluffed his feathers, and flew across to the bedframe and perched on it as Credence flopped down on his bed, and looked up at the ceiling.
It was strange to think about doing a cruise without Luna, she'd so frequently been there. And he still wasn't entirely used to her being gone. Hand he had to admit that the cruises themselves made him anxious even though he'd more or less learned out to control the Obscurus, or rather live and exist with it in a way that didn't give him unexpected difficulties.
Cináed half flew, half hopped down and with his beak, he nudged Credence's head gently. Credence turned to look at the phoenix thoughts about home running around in his mind. He wondered if he'd named the phoenix he'd found in Paris, he didn't think the film had said. And it was still strange to him that this phoenix had found him in Hogsmeade without him looking at all. And maybe he shouldn't put too much weight on that, but he still wondered sometimes, half wondering if whether or not Albus Dumbledore showing up would give him the answers he sought. Granted, he didn't really expect Albus Dumbledore to show up. And really no one that he knew from the wizarding world had arrived through the portal in ages. He reached over and stroked Cináed's head feathers.
The cruise would be alright.
There wouldn't be monsters or pirates or aliens like there had been in other years. It looked newer, and anyway, even if there were, he knew more about magic than he had the time there had been pirates and the time Emmeline…
He sighed.
Cináed nudged him.
"I don't think your tears heal emotional wounds, do they?" Credence had never tried that. Granted Cináed had never cried that he knew of.
Cináed eyed him, as if the phoenix were considering exactly how to give him the word. Credence gave him a smallish smile. "Space unicorns," he said aloud. "Like. What are the odds."
It was Tumbleweed, he supposed, so they really were pretty good after all.