Dark Phoenix (Nico Di Angelo & Harry Potter)

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There was pinprick of hesitance as Nico groped about in the darkness. The air had stilled around him seconds ago, and his heart had nearly lurched out his chest.

Nico had swallowed it back thickly as his eyes began to get used to the never ending void that seemed to lay ahead. Unable to rely on his sight at the moment, Nico immediately focused on his hearing.

But it was the smell that got to him first: earth, cold, and naphthalene.

Then he felt it; bristly cloth that pawed at his knuckles as Nico made to grab it. In fact, lots of cloth, to his left and right.

He tugged at everything to make way for the amber light shimmying through the slice of a gap between two doors.

While the meagre source was blinding at first, he eyes accustomed to it quickly.

By now, Nico had a faint idea of his whereabouts but no clue as to how he had ended up in a wardrobe.

Pushing the clothes away, Nico breathed a sigh of relief as his hands pressed against the wood of what he hoped was his way out.

He gave the door a gentle push and it send a loud creak that reverberated across the room.

Ah yes, the room.

Broom closet made a better term. As Nico cautiously got out of that prison, his gaze had landed upon a clutter of brooms that lay on the single unmade bed that had been pushed to the very end of the room to clear up space for a fuzzy grey rug which looked grimier than the caked upon floorboards.

The walls, however, had been scrubbed clean. But they remained fairly bare, save for the the hastily pasted posters of more brooms and overdressed smiling people handling said brooms.

The only light came from the ornate clerestory, but it barely gave enough to see every nook and cranny in the place.

He squinted. This didn't sit too well with his anxiety.

There was no mirror in the room for Nico to use so he walked, pressing the balls of his feet in front of him to be as quiet as possible, as he made his way towards the bed where a lonely window had been carved out and reinforced by a single panel of crusty glass.

Nico leaned forward as far as his balance would let him, carefully avoiding touching anything. Unfortunately for him, Nico felt like he could see much better had he been submerged in a chlorinated pool.

He let his frustrations out with a breathy growl.

Was this some sort of escape room built for Nico's entertainment?

That didn't seem too likely. Dionysus wasn't a spend thrift but he sure as hell didn't seem to be the type to think of Nico's enjoyment before his own.

Sure, he could see Dionysus enjoying the knocking-out-and-throwing-in-the-cupboard part but it ended there.

Nico turned away from the window. Only then he caught sight of his shoes.
Sneakers far too big, and ones that he had definitely not been wearing before. Or ever.

His gaze trailed up to his baggy blue jeans but then his heart began to hammer against his ribcage in apprehension.

Something wasn't right.

The ground was never this close! There was no way he had suddenly shrunk a couple of inches this fast.

Nico took a step back, no longer just inquisitive. But the room ran out of space to offer him. His head collided with the wooden walls.

Nico hissed. He leaned forward to rub the back of his head in annoyance.

The sharp pain had brought him back to his surroundings, and a poster came undone, fluttering to his feet.