Joined: Mon Jan 10, 2005 6:35 pm
Location: Standing amongst small children and wondering why
Kraven lets out a heavy sigh from behind his gloved hands. His hands drop from face into his lap, and upon his cheek, reflecting the glowing warmth of the candlelight, is a single tear. He shakes his head and glances over to the corner of desk, whereupon a black 8 ball is resting. Kraven stretches out his long arm and grasps the ball. Kraven tilts his head back, closes his eyes, and pulls the 8 ball to his chest.
“Am I doing the right thing?”
He leans his head down and opens his eyes, slowly pulling the ball away from his check. On the underside of the ball is a glass window, and inside the window, from behind swirling purple liquid, and an answer is provided.
“Without a doubt.”
Kraven quietly sets the ball on the desk in front of him.
“Then why doesn’t it feel that way.”
Memories begin to race through his mind. Thoughts of classes past pound his head. Drums. Boxes. Dreamcatchers. Hands. And as each class passes, faces of children follow, their expressions of wonder and amazement bringing a slight tingle to his heart.
“I am most definitely going to miss this place. But if this is how these children feel when I teach, then I owe it to those that I have wronged to give them the same.”
Kraven rises from his chair and draws his wand. He points it toward a dark corner of the room and calls “Accio Trunk”. Slowly and deliberately, an old steamer truck emerges into the air and begins to drift towards Kraven. With his wand, Kraven carefully lowers the trunk onto the desk.
Kraven points his wand at the trunk again. “Alohamora.” The trunk produces a click, and the lids flips open.
Kraven raises his wand into the air. And with the movements of a symphony conductor, he begins to guide items into the trunk. The pensieve lifts off of its shelf and flies into the trunk. The hourglass takes flight, landing in the recesses of the baggage. The black 8 ball pops into the air and drops down inside. No matter what the size, or how much there is, everything finds its way into the trunk seamlessly and with ease.
After a while, the office is empty. Only the candles remain, flickering and casting eerie shadows across the empty room. Kraven waves his wand at the trunk, and the lid closes with a clicking sound, assuring its owner that it is locked and ready to travel. Kraven stares at the barren bookshelves and the hidden dust that had taken refuge behind books and other curious items the once resided there.
After what seemed an eternity, Kraven gathers himself. He clears his throat, choking down the urge to cry.
He waves his wand towards the trunk. “Wingardium Leviosa.” The trunk raises into the air and begins to move towards the door. The heavy double doors slowly swing open to allow the trunk and its owner to pass through. Once through the door, doors begin to close.
With a heavy thud, the doors shut. The orb on the door begins to swirl puffs of purple smoke. In the orb, a purple triangle appears with a single word upon it.
And just as quickly as it appeared, the smoke swirls and the triangle is gone, and the orb goes dark.