 Slytherin by heart
Kyle built his fire up then sat back, waiting for the fire to burn down to coals. He thought as he sat, about the competition, about Jace, about his classes, and even about his kneazle. Having plenty to think about gave him some patience as he waited. Eventually the fire died down, and the coals were glowing nicely. He went and retrieved two handfuls of salt and tossed them on the coals, watching fire come up and engulf them. He cleared his mind as he waited for the fire to die down one more. Then, he looked over the patterns in the salt, looking for some sort of images.
At first, nothing came to him. No shapes stood out as anything distinct. Then the first thing popped out at him: what looked like the club from a playing card. He made a note of it and continued observing. As he carefully looked over everything, the next thing came to him: something that looked like a chess piece. He shuddered a little as his recollection of his father's stories of The Game came to him, and how everyone was related to pieces on a board. Next there appeared to be a saddle of some sort. Did that have anything to do with riding? He made note of that as well knowing he would be looking these things up soon enough. His fifteen minutes were about up and he figured he would see nothing more when... Was that a squirrel? He tried to peer closer without getting burnt. Yeah, it looked enough like a squirrel to him. He jotted that down and searched some more. The fifteen minutes were soon up, and there was nothing else that jumped out at him.
He began looking things up in his textbook trying to figure out what it all meant. Okay, so the club from a playing card... Would that be the same as the Ace of Clubs? He figured so and jotted down the meaning. Something about good news through the post. That would be interesting. Then the chess piece. Something that would be difficult to adjust to, and could be a source of worry. Oh good. He shuddered again and moved on. Saddle, solving something troublesome. So, maybe it had to do with the chess piece? And the squirrel, as odd as it was. Contentment and cheerfulness. He smiled. Well, maybe that had to do with the good news through the post? Or maybe with the solving of whatever was troublesome. What if the good news was good for someone but worrisome to him? That could be something. And then it would all fit together.
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Armand and Damien Beta-Erikson
Named for Legends
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