Snape stared hard at the broom. If he kept doing that, he could ignore the fact that it was Harry Potter on the broom, grown and alive and with Lily's eyes.
"So now we'll have legions of Muggles, flitting about on brooms," he said irritably, "if it's that easy to just..." He waved his hand vaguely in the air. "...concoct." Brooms, flight, were special things, they were magic, and they belonged to wizards, not the imbecilic masses on the island.
But still. The gears were turning in his mind and it was hard to hide it. He didn't want a broom to flit about, but he wanted to make one to prove that he could do it, that he could have just some semblance of his real life back, alive and thrumming under his fingertips.
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Date: 2012-01-11 02:59 am (UTC)"So now we'll have legions of Muggles, flitting about on brooms," he said irritably, "if it's that easy to just..." He waved his hand vaguely in the air. "...concoct." Brooms, flight, were special things, they were magic, and they belonged to wizards, not the imbecilic masses on the island.
But still. The gears were turning in his mind and it was hard to hide it. He didn't want a broom to flit about, but he wanted to make one to prove that he could do it, that he could have just some semblance of his real life back, alive and thrumming under his fingertips.