My Badger | Sirius Black

V: Dreams of a star

IT'S THE FIRST SUNDAY OF MAY. Everyone had been talking about the next Quidditch game that would take place the following weekend and how exciting it was that Hufflepuff might actually win the Quidditch cup this year. Ravenclaw and Gryffindor were too far behind in their scores. It would take a miracle for either one of them to surpass the other two houses. Minerva McGonagall was particularly distraught about the fact but seemed to be very supportive of Hufflepuff since it wasn't a big secret that she wanted to see Slytherin lose.

     Bets were being thrown among the students and even though Hufflepuff seemed to be the most popular team to root for, Slytherin was seen as stronger. They were currently leading the scoreboard with only twenty points so Hufflepuff needed to win the game with at least twenty points to tie and thirty to win. 

All the excitement surrounding the upcoming game had given Edgar the urge to go flying that Sunday morning as he woke up and one of the first things he had laid eyes on in his room was his broom. 

     The broom was special to him for many reasons. It wasn't a particularly fast broom compared to the models that had come out in recent years, but at the time Sirius had gifted it to him in their last year it was the fastest on the market. Sirius had claimed all the wins of Hufflepuffs games as his own that year and James Potter had called him a traitor after the Gryffindor versus Hufflepuff game. 

Edgar looked out of his bedroom window. The sun had just come up and the warm light made the surface of the great lake sparkle. The sky was clear. Not even a cloud in sight. It didn't take long for the professor to decide to spend some time outdoors. He had the weekends off after all. Why not spend it doing something he found relaxing and fun?

So with that thought, he got dressed in his favourite knitted sweater, some light washed blue jeans and his tennis shoes that were the most well-loved pair of shoes he owned. They were very comfortable because of the fact that he had worn them regularly over the past years, making them fit around his feet in the most perfect way. 

     After getting dressed he made a quick trip to the kitchens, asking the house-elves politely if they could get him some breakfast items and fruits which they happily arranged for him. 

     Back in his room, he packed the food items into a rucksack along with a book, his journal, pens, pencils, a cloak in case he got cold and some galleons and sickles to buy some more treats in Hogsmeade for Ellie when he returned from his little trip. He secured his wand in the waistband of his jeans and pulled his jumper over it as well before slinging the bag around his shoulders and grabbing the broom. 

It didn't take long for him to make his way out of the castle and mount his broom, quickly zooming out from the castle grounds and over the lake. A sense of freedom hit him and he started to laugh as he did at eleven years old when he first took off in first year flying class.

     He swooped down, flying faster until he was parallel with the water surface, stretching out a hand and feeling the cold water against his fingertips and then ascended quickly as the giant squid made a sudden appearance. He laughed and waved at the tentacle that now grazed the surface of the lake and thanked his fast reflexes as he sped away, and up. Closer to the sky. 

Twenty minutes later, he found a familiar spot by the Black Lake, not too far from the castle, but still a little bit secluded. He sat down in the shade of a tree and started to unpack the contents of his rucksack. Immedietly he started to sort through the food items the house-elves had given him. A small loaf of bread, some cheese, and ham as well as an apple, an orange and a small bottle of pumpkin juice.