Setting the Scene: The Smell of Safety

© Bobbie Rebultan

The gargoyle looked down on me with distaste. In a huff, it stepped aside and admitted me to a room brimming with wonder. The walls were lined with huge, dusty tomes and moving portraits. Numerous tables--some seeming to hover, some seeming to gently rock back and forth--were strewn everywhere. Atop them are various devices puffing, whistling, and popping.

At the center, raised by a platform, stands a large wooden desk bathed in warm light. It was in disarray, but filled with curios--silver pendulums, more devices that whirred and twirled, a bowl with contents that glitter, and moving miniatures of each of Hogwart's founders arguing with each other. Perched over one end of the table is a beautiful bird--a phoenix, with dark eyes that watched me languidly. In the middle of the table rests a large open book. Intently poring over it was Albus Dumbledore, an elaborate quill poised in his hand.

When Fawkes blinked, the headmaster looked up and peered at me with twinkling eyes. "Ah! A visitor!" He exclaimed. He reached over the bowl and offered it to me, "Lemon drops?" I was greeted with a feeling of what I can only describe as 'safety'. ❤

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To practice my writing, I will start randomly creating scenes out of photographs. I may use the subjects of my photographs repeatedly, but the write-up will always be different. See label: "write".

Disclaimer: The words and pictures are mine (if you want to borrow, please read my Content Usage Policy here). :) The world is J.K. Rowling's. I'm simply borrowing from her.