This mansion belongs to Jason’s uncle. Situated in the middle of London and hidden by magical spells that keep it safe from Muggle eyes. Many times, Jason gets lost because he can’t find the mansion due to those exact spells. Containing ten bedrooms each one of them with a bath-room it’s normally used for parties of the Hel family. It has only one enourmos kitchen that contains every accessory that a complete kitchen has, including some muggle invents. It has a single living room with floating chandeliers withj a big, brown door that leads to the dining room, known for its huge wooden table and all of its fifteen chairs.[/quote][/b]
The sun rose behind the grey clouds that stood high above the buildings in the city of London. The day born in England with the same environment. The cold wind blew the dead leafs that laid in the stone ground as some people walked slowly to work in another regular day in their miserable lives as normal humans. But, standing hidden between two buildings stayed a magical building, a mansion to be precise, hiding the reality that so many people imagined to be fantasy, though that lived standing next to them every day. Wizards, witches, a whole universe merged in the reality that common humans know was growing by the minute right under their noses. And Jason Hel was one of the persons that knew the mystical world of magic. And he loved it…
Sitting in his wide bed with blue blankets was Jason Hel, a eleven year old pure-blood kid stood with his guitar, playing… just playing. Every note came naturally as he simply played the song he had been learning for a week ago. A small grin appeared in his lips as he remembered the day before. His birthday, when he finally become 11 years-old. That simple day meant he was now able to enter Hogwarts… Ah! Hogwarts… a dream come true? Of course. The simple thought of being free. Of being able to finally demonstrate what he could do with the wand. Wait… He didn’t have a wand… Actually he had nothing. His parents hadn’t left him money. His uncle couldn’t lend him the right amount of money to buy all the school material that he needed. So he had to wait. For what? He had no idea. He just had to wait for the money to born in one of the trees that grown in his back yard.
He stopped, putting the guitar in a corner of his wide and bright room. He stared vaguely at the packed bags ready to travel to Hogwarts with him. He reflected every moment he had passed stuck in that room, praying that the rain stopped so he could go out. The minutes he spent playing his guitar. The moments he hoped for his bass. He glanced at the pink Bass laying in the wall, floating in the air magically. It had been a present from his uncle the day before and now he had to leave it there gaining dust in his almost empty room. Only his bed, bags and closet remained in the wide room meaning that probably Jason’s uncle would have visitors.
- Well I guess I better go… - with a calm tone, Jason slowly moved his legs to the wooden door opening and exiting his almost empty room, taking his bags with him. The corridor was also wide and bright because there were at least six windows in all of its extension. Four doors leading to different rooms composed what could be seen in that bright and blue corridor as Jason walked slowly through it as if it was the last time he would see it… Nonetheless he was confident that he would do well in Hogwarts. In fact he had to. He couldn’t be just another Hel… good at Quidditch; No! He would be a true wizard… he would be THE Wizard. The best of them all! He got to the kitchen in mere seconds after going down the massive stairways that lead to the main hall, turning right towards the kitchen that was clarified due to the wide and open windows that let the slight sun light inside. Near the waitress rested his breakfast and also his favorite food; Waffles.
He sat at the simples table and ate for about fifteen minutes, enjoying every bit of that delicious meal, it would be the last time he would eat those in months. His uncle entered the room with a large and bright smile in his lips, screaming loudly if he was ready to go. – Yeah… let’s go. – he said with a vague look. And he left in his uncle old Mercedes towards Diagon Alley. “And it begins eh?”
by Guest Sat Oct 31, 2009 6:48 pm
