ThermalTrickster
~Thank You Based God~
It's the smoke that gets in his eyes that makes them water. The light grey fumes rise in the air and curl around them making twisted shapes and making the occasional person cough in annoyance as they gather around them. The chattering and whispers seem to grow around him as more and more people appear at the gate and seem to yell with glee at the sight of old friends and the occasional grunt in the face on an enemy. The sounds are deafening to him and tries to ignore them, but he can't. It's takes to much effort on his part to even think straight as he huffs in annoyance. Giving up at last he waits quietly with his family their somber expressions making a bubble around them that repels others. A first year glances at them only to look away quickly as he catches the eye on his mother.
They stand in a semi circle around each other. His mothers heads is held high in an attempt to garner respect from others, but it's futile. They've lost too much. He can tell by the way other people seem to gather and whisper at them pointing the occasional finger. Leon knows why of course. He would be stupid not to. They come to look at the widow of a Death Eater. What's not to be interested?
Leon glances at his mother at the corner of his eyes. His mother is the perfect image of a high woman who's used to getting what she wants. Dark skin and black hair pulled back in a neat bun with the occasional strand that is quickly and gently pulled back in place with a expert hand. Dark eyes that seem blacker than most and of course the forever frown that's settled on her face. She's slender and tall, the perfect image for her bird like movements and expression. She meets his eye and Leon looks down at her. She commands respect from others and even him. It's hard not to be like her at the end of the day.
Sighing softly she puts a hand on his shoulder for a few moments before turning him towards her. Leon complies and stands with his head down his heart twisting at the rare show of affection from her. He holds back a sob.
"Leon." she begins with a soft whisper only for his ears. "You would make him proud." That's all she says before the train whistles loud and clear calling the young wizards and witches to it's heed. Leon looks up sharply at her. At soft plea to take him home so that he isn't faced with....them.
She nods once as if she understands him. They can both feel the whispers around them until they both part slowly. Both hating it and yet wishing it would never end. She knows what happens when he's on the train. They both know it even though he's been silent for the longest time. Yet with her gentle words and soft movements she understands even without him speaking. It's hard not to notice.
Leon swallows down the urge to hug her, but they both know they can't. Leon grabs his bags with one hand and holds his owls cage in the other. His owl, Broad, coos softly as if reminding him of the train and with an quick nod to his mother he turns away.
He tries not to notice the sob that comes from behind him.
They stand in a semi circle around each other. His mothers heads is held high in an attempt to garner respect from others, but it's futile. They've lost too much. He can tell by the way other people seem to gather and whisper at them pointing the occasional finger. Leon knows why of course. He would be stupid not to. They come to look at the widow of a Death Eater. What's not to be interested?
Leon glances at his mother at the corner of his eyes. His mother is the perfect image of a high woman who's used to getting what she wants. Dark skin and black hair pulled back in a neat bun with the occasional strand that is quickly and gently pulled back in place with a expert hand. Dark eyes that seem blacker than most and of course the forever frown that's settled on her face. She's slender and tall, the perfect image for her bird like movements and expression. She meets his eye and Leon looks down at her. She commands respect from others and even him. It's hard not to be like her at the end of the day.
Sighing softly she puts a hand on his shoulder for a few moments before turning him towards her. Leon complies and stands with his head down his heart twisting at the rare show of affection from her. He holds back a sob.
"Leon." she begins with a soft whisper only for his ears. "You would make him proud." That's all she says before the train whistles loud and clear calling the young wizards and witches to it's heed. Leon looks up sharply at her. At soft plea to take him home so that he isn't faced with....them.
She nods once as if she understands him. They can both feel the whispers around them until they both part slowly. Both hating it and yet wishing it would never end. She knows what happens when he's on the train. They both know it even though he's been silent for the longest time. Yet with her gentle words and soft movements she understands even without him speaking. It's hard not to notice.
Leon swallows down the urge to hug her, but they both know they can't. Leon grabs his bags with one hand and holds his owls cage in the other. His owl, Broad, coos softly as if reminding him of the train and with an quick nod to his mother he turns away.
He tries not to notice the sob that comes from behind him.