Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2006 9:18:21 GMT -5
He that troubleth his own house shall inherit the wind...
It was a wonderful day. The morning was bright, but not scorching, and there was a cool breeze playing with whatever loose objects it could find. Though the sun had decided not make an appearance today, not even the clouds could hide all of its radiance. This was as good a day for flying as any, and when Anil had free time, he was going to take advantage of it.
It used to be that he was too busy with auror missions and paperwork to do anything else. When he left the Ministry, he almost didn’t know what to do with himself. When he managed to land a job as Professor, his time was taken up by aligning the curriculum and grading more papers. However, now that it was summer, Anil was once again left with free time he didn’t know what to do with.
All that work had made him lose sight of himself. Anil seemed to have acquired a habit of burying himself in work wherever he went. What he needed was a little fun and relaxation, something that he had almost forgotten how to do. The cool summer day had triggered something in him, and he yearned for the open sky.
The flame-haired man stepped out into the Quidditch pitch, slowly breathing the summer air. The broom, though borrowed, felt warm and familiar in his hand, and the wind ruffled his hair as if greeting an old friend. The anticipation of flying again in nearly ten years cleared any fears Anil had of looking foolish. He grinned like a little boy again, something he hadn’t done in years. After savoring the moment for a few minutes, he finally mounted the broom and kicked off.
No true Hawkins could resist the pull of racing against the sky, and Anil was no exception.