Theme # 11: History of Magic


It was not the weather outside, but the one inside. Apolline felt like spring, today. She peeked out of the window, in her carpet slippers, watching the sun try to peer at her, from behind a wrap of floaty, silver clouds. It did not succeed, but that did not matter. Apolline had detached herself from the window-pane within seconds, tiptoeing out of her bedroom, and down the mahogany staircase.

It was spring. Francis would be back home, and it did not seem to matter that Fleur had barely passed her last History of Magic test.

She was spring, today.