 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Of course anything that involved fire sounded like an interesting subject. But when the professor whistled for his phoenix, Henry couldn't help but gape at the bird a little as it flew to the man's arm.
He had never seen one up close before. In fact, he hadn't even known one was here, or he probably would have stopped in to visit Professor Wayland right at the beginning of the term. And even though he had never seen one, Henry thought he knew plenty about them.
Perhaps he had stared at the bird too long, especially when it started singing, because by the time he raised his hand, people were already offering the things that he knew. He'd lower his hand, then raise it when he thought of something else, then lower it again when that was offered too. He probably looked ridiculous, raising and lowering his hand several times, or at least really hesitant.
He really wasn't sure he could think of another fact about phoenixes that hadn't already been said, but he did wonder about something that he thought of when answers started pouring in. Raising his hand, he asked, "Professor, once phoenixes have their burning day and after they've risen from their ashes, do the ashes themselves have magical properties?" He couldn't remember ever learning about that specific detail, but it would make sense to him considering so much else about the phoenix did have magical properties. And essentially, the ashes did consist of the bird's previous body.
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
_________________________________________________you were good for the plot line |