Post by Deleted on Oct 25, 2013 14:13:18 GMT -8
"-Now, watch this- watch this!" Eddie smiled as he lifted up a simple paper napkin off the Ravenclaw dinner table and held it before a small gaggle of first years he had decided to sit with for dinner this night. Bright eyes looked back at him over mugs of coco and spoonfuls of pudding. They had all spent the better half of the last half hour witnessing the boy perform feats of lesser sorcery that was still out of their grasp.They didn't know the older boy, and he didn't know them, but the group of seven sat pleasantly in each other's company and watched intently as the boy waved the napkin around gently under the tip of his wand. A bounce and a wave latter, and the air was full of feathers as a small, brown sparrow fluttered through the air and up to an open window near the ceiling. A few little noises came from the group as all eyes turned to watch the modest bird go. Even Eddie's head turned skyward, amazed by the birds daintiness, but his awe was broken by the soft rapping of a roll of parchment against his head.
"No magic at the dinner table, Mr. Muler."
"Sorry Professor!" he grinned guiltily, hiding his wand under the table. he waited for the woman to pass, then leaned in close, whispering, "Okay guys, just one more, yeah? what y' think?"
For Eddie Muler, there was nothing quite like being the center of attention, good or bad- though he preferred good. There was a thrill about it that made stomachs do back flips- an air of adventure without having to leave the home. To have someone remark on and validate your accomplishments made one feel satisfied. And maybe that was all Eddie needed in his life, a little well earned satisfaction. Through out his childhood, Eddie had fought with his brother and sister for a little bit of the stage light, but no matter what he did, he always came up second fiddle. That is, until he found out about magic. He wasn't a particularly skilled wizard, but his talents were enough to get him recognized back home as something remarkable. He was the Wizard in the family. He finally had something to call his own. And although that didn't really mater here in the wizarding world, he could always a little bit of fame among the younger generation.
So, like a street performer with a wif of gold, Eddie now sat with a blooming rose in his hands, hoping for a tip of observation. The giggles and gasps he received from the smallests was more than enough to brighten his night and keep him going for the rest of the evening.
"Go on, then! It's yours!" He smiled, slipping the rose into a little girl's hand before putting up a forefinger to his lips, "Just don't tell Professor Walker I made it to you, ok?" With a grin, he hurried to finish his soup before the strict teacher might come back.
"No magic at the dinner table, Mr. Muler."
"Sorry Professor!" he grinned guiltily, hiding his wand under the table. he waited for the woman to pass, then leaned in close, whispering, "Okay guys, just one more, yeah? what y' think?"
For Eddie Muler, there was nothing quite like being the center of attention, good or bad- though he preferred good. There was a thrill about it that made stomachs do back flips- an air of adventure without having to leave the home. To have someone remark on and validate your accomplishments made one feel satisfied. And maybe that was all Eddie needed in his life, a little well earned satisfaction. Through out his childhood, Eddie had fought with his brother and sister for a little bit of the stage light, but no matter what he did, he always came up second fiddle. That is, until he found out about magic. He wasn't a particularly skilled wizard, but his talents were enough to get him recognized back home as something remarkable. He was the Wizard in the family. He finally had something to call his own. And although that didn't really mater here in the wizarding world, he could always a little bit of fame among the younger generation.
So, like a street performer with a wif of gold, Eddie now sat with a blooming rose in his hands, hoping for a tip of observation. The giggles and gasps he received from the smallests was more than enough to brighten his night and keep him going for the rest of the evening.
"Go on, then! It's yours!" He smiled, slipping the rose into a little girl's hand before putting up a forefinger to his lips, "Just don't tell Professor Walker I made it to you, ok?" With a grin, he hurried to finish his soup before the strict teacher might come back.
