 Horses Forever! l l Writer for Life l Yearbook alumnus
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33. Point Me
“Have you had the chance to think further on my proposition?” Albus Dumbledore’s voice floated from between the trees.
Firenze lowered his head, the brightness of the stars dimming his vision as he looked at the old wizard.
He certainly didn’t give up easily, did he?
“Yes,” Firenze replied, vaguely. He was more aware than most of his kind of the difference in accuracy that characterised human and centaur speech, but he found himself purposefully trying to make his responses to Albus Dumbledore as unspecific as possible. “How did you find me?”
Dumbledore raised his hand with his wand. Of course, Firenze thought, they have a spell used to find people don’t they? They had a spell for practically everything. And though he knew he could and would never practice magic, he couldn’t help feeling… intrigued.
Firenze knew he could learn a lot from Albus, working at the school, about humans. They fascinated him, wizards and Muggles alike, and no one in his herd understood, or encouraged this interest. There was never a choice to be made, and they both knew it. |