Perhaps Idris should have known better than run to the Diagon Alley. Sure his mother educated him better than that, and he had gotten the whole talk of keeping himself safe, especially now that his father turned into a famous man on the Wizarding World. Yet he couldn't keep still when his friend told him a lot of their mates were at the area, looking for more playmates. It didn't take much convincing from his friends before they sneaked into a fireplace and used the floo powder.
To say the afternoon was fun was a misunderstanding. Fun didn't begin to cover it. In fact, he hadn't had that good a time in a full week, which was a lot as far as he was concerned. Not only did they play an amazing game of hide-and-seek and he met a fellow first-year, Idris and his mates bought a bunch of candies from the shops and a few new toys to bring to Hogwarts. There was also a moment one of their friends tried to use magic without a wand and they almost got yelled at by this awful-looking old man. They never ran so fast as after pranking him with a bat.
He did have a sense of dread upon getting home that his mother would hear about it. Idris tried his best to look as calm as a young man could possibly be, but the whole tension in the air did not lie; she knew, which made him swallow down hard as soon as they were face-to-face. He expected something else other than silence, but should have known better. Lately, she had tried to teach him how to put a formal face even more - maybe that was just her way to show him how it was done. Disappointing, not that he would say so.
Idris' stomach rumbled loudly before being called to dinner, the only minute he wished he hadn't gone in an adventure. He was certain mom wouldn't let him eat until they finished talking about it, and this time using the 'growing boy' kind would do nothing to help him. Bummer! He shook his head, preparing himself for the worst and sat close to her. She had a posture of absolute elegance while letting only a few lines on her face show, and he could sense his mouth going dry just from watching. Waiting. Hoping, really, because the food looked delicious and-
He knew better than to say anything, and not to stare. Her eyes seemed to burn him with that silent anger or... something. He was ashamed. So ashamed indeed his cheeks turned red, though he wouldn't have outright changed it. The time at the Diagon Alley was fun and if Idris were not to lie, he was scared at the prospect of being far away, locked inside a school, nowhere to go really. But could he tell her this?
"I see. So... are you still considering it?" Idris asked hopeful, trying his best to smile at her as if this was no big deal, though it was barely a real smile and he still looked quite ashamed by it.
To say the afternoon was fun was a misunderstanding. Fun didn't begin to cover it. In fact, he hadn't had that good a time in a full week, which was a lot as far as he was concerned. Not only did they play an amazing game of hide-and-seek and he met a fellow first-year, Idris and his mates bought a bunch of candies from the shops and a few new toys to bring to Hogwarts. There was also a moment one of their friends tried to use magic without a wand and they almost got yelled at by this awful-looking old man. They never ran so fast as after pranking him with a bat.
He did have a sense of dread upon getting home that his mother would hear about it. Idris tried his best to look as calm as a young man could possibly be, but the whole tension in the air did not lie; she knew, which made him swallow down hard as soon as they were face-to-face. He expected something else other than silence, but should have known better. Lately, she had tried to teach him how to put a formal face even more - maybe that was just her way to show him how it was done. Disappointing, not that he would say so.
Idris' stomach rumbled loudly before being called to dinner, the only minute he wished he hadn't gone in an adventure. He was certain mom wouldn't let him eat until they finished talking about it, and this time using the 'growing boy' kind would do nothing to help him. Bummer! He shook his head, preparing himself for the worst and sat close to her. She had a posture of absolute elegance while letting only a few lines on her face show, and he could sense his mouth going dry just from watching. Waiting. Hoping, really, because the food looked delicious and-
He knew better than to say anything, and not to stare. Her eyes seemed to burn him with that silent anger or... something. He was ashamed. So ashamed indeed his cheeks turned red, though he wouldn't have outright changed it. The time at the Diagon Alley was fun and if Idris were not to lie, he was scared at the prospect of being far away, locked inside a school, nowhere to go really. But could he tell her this?
"I see. So... are you still considering it?" Idris asked hopeful, trying his best to smile at her as if this was no big deal, though it was barely a real smile and he still looked quite ashamed by it.