Post by cenizobelle on Apr 17, 2007 19:12:58 GMT
Cenizo walked from the platform through to the muggle world.
“See you at home.” His mum said, then she apparated. His dad did the same. Cenizo was left standing on the platform, alone. He walked to a quiet place where no muggles could see and apparated as silently as possible. The familiar sensation crept through his body. He was being squeezed, and then it stopped. He was outside his house. He walked towards it, so far so good. No arguments. It was weird. He hadn’t expected to see the house till the summer. He floated his trunk up the stairs and into his room. Then he sat down on one of the settees in the lounge. He took out his diary from his pocket and started to write.
“Tea time Senny!” his mum called from the dining room. He walked in to see Jyotis putting dinner on the table. The old elf was having trouble lifting the heavy tray onto the table. Cenizo walked towards him to help. His dad coughed and looked at Cenizo scornfully. Cenizo reluctantly sat down on his chair, watching Jyotis struggle. When the food was finally ready, a small chatter began to flit round the table. “…yes, I’ve had a good time…” was the most frequent line Cenizo had said so far. Suddenly, his dad put down his knife and fork. “ELF!” Jyotis walked warily into the room. “This isn’t what I wanted! I said NO onions! You really should know by now!!!” he said angrily.
“Uh…Dad…” His fathers cold, hard stare settled on him. “Uh…you kinda didn’t say…uh...” he trailed off as his fathers eyes blazed. He turned back to the house elf. He looked down at him and said with disgust “Make it again.” This time it was Cenizo’s turn to slam down his cutlery. He stood up quickly, sending the chair toppling to the floor. Ignoring the chair, he stared at his father. “Why does Jyotis have to make it again? He’s old, and struggles to make three meals! He can’t do a lot!!! You can pick out the onions! You’re just…you’re spoilt!” he shouted and stormed out the room before his father had a chance to retaliate. His dad just stared after him, shocked.
[non finitè]
“See you at home.” His mum said, then she apparated. His dad did the same. Cenizo was left standing on the platform, alone. He walked to a quiet place where no muggles could see and apparated as silently as possible. The familiar sensation crept through his body. He was being squeezed, and then it stopped. He was outside his house. He walked towards it, so far so good. No arguments. It was weird. He hadn’t expected to see the house till the summer. He floated his trunk up the stairs and into his room. Then he sat down on one of the settees in the lounge. He took out his diary from his pocket and started to write.
“Tea time Senny!” his mum called from the dining room. He walked in to see Jyotis putting dinner on the table. The old elf was having trouble lifting the heavy tray onto the table. Cenizo walked towards him to help. His dad coughed and looked at Cenizo scornfully. Cenizo reluctantly sat down on his chair, watching Jyotis struggle. When the food was finally ready, a small chatter began to flit round the table. “…yes, I’ve had a good time…” was the most frequent line Cenizo had said so far. Suddenly, his dad put down his knife and fork. “ELF!” Jyotis walked warily into the room. “This isn’t what I wanted! I said NO onions! You really should know by now!!!” he said angrily.
“Uh…Dad…” His fathers cold, hard stare settled on him. “Uh…you kinda didn’t say…uh...” he trailed off as his fathers eyes blazed. He turned back to the house elf. He looked down at him and said with disgust “Make it again.” This time it was Cenizo’s turn to slam down his cutlery. He stood up quickly, sending the chair toppling to the floor. Ignoring the chair, he stared at his father. “Why does Jyotis have to make it again? He’s old, and struggles to make three meals! He can’t do a lot!!! You can pick out the onions! You’re just…you’re spoilt!” he shouted and stormed out the room before his father had a chance to retaliate. His dad just stared after him, shocked.
[non finitè]
