Callum Stone
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Callum had been avoiding entering into the Stone household for a while now but the time had come for him to take charge of his emotions. Slowly, he walked up the snowy garden path of the grey stoned house in Chipstead, his hands dug deep in his pocket. As he approached the front door, he reached around in his coat pocket trying to find the key that was left in his possesion. Upon finding it his hand trembled as he slowly fitted it into the lock.
catuiously he pushed it open, not sure what sight would meet his eyes. Stepping in he subconciously wiped his feet on the mat, and stretched his arms out into the darkness, trying to find the light. Soon his fingers met the cold plastic of the switch and the room was filled with light. Temporarily blinded Callum shielded his eyes with his hands, and waited for them to grow accustemed to the light. It took merely seconds but he was unwilling to remove his hands. Slowly he lowered them, scared of what he might see.
The house looked as it always did, with the exception of the Christmas decorations. He walked slowly, breathing deeply along the cold hall. He shivered, and drew his jacket closer towards him glad of the extra warmth. He stopped at the great wooden door, showing the entrance to the sitting room. Callum didn't want to enter it, but he knew at some stage he would have to. Taking a deep breath he walked in and looked around. He noticed the fireplace, logs ready and waiting to be lit. The Christmas tree, decorated superbly, and Callum couldn't help but smile at his brothers precision with decorating it. Slowly he walked over to the fireplace, bending down and beginning to manually light it. He didn't have to, he had his wand in his pocket but he felt that this was not the time to be using magic.
As the fire began to burn he slowly lowered himself into the nearset armchair and watched it, the flames reflecting in the blue of his eyes. The echoes and memories flooded his mind, and a single tear fell on his face.
In the past week Callum Stone had aged as he never thought would be possible and his thoughts now turned to his niece, and how he could ever break this saddening news to her.
catuiously he pushed it open, not sure what sight would meet his eyes. Stepping in he subconciously wiped his feet on the mat, and stretched his arms out into the darkness, trying to find the light. Soon his fingers met the cold plastic of the switch and the room was filled with light. Temporarily blinded Callum shielded his eyes with his hands, and waited for them to grow accustemed to the light. It took merely seconds but he was unwilling to remove his hands. Slowly he lowered them, scared of what he might see.
The house looked as it always did, with the exception of the Christmas decorations. He walked slowly, breathing deeply along the cold hall. He shivered, and drew his jacket closer towards him glad of the extra warmth. He stopped at the great wooden door, showing the entrance to the sitting room. Callum didn't want to enter it, but he knew at some stage he would have to. Taking a deep breath he walked in and looked around. He noticed the fireplace, logs ready and waiting to be lit. The Christmas tree, decorated superbly, and Callum couldn't help but smile at his brothers precision with decorating it. Slowly he walked over to the fireplace, bending down and beginning to manually light it. He didn't have to, he had his wand in his pocket but he felt that this was not the time to be using magic.
As the fire began to burn he slowly lowered himself into the nearset armchair and watched it, the flames reflecting in the blue of his eyes. The echoes and memories flooded his mind, and a single tear fell on his face.
In the past week Callum Stone had aged as he never thought would be possible and his thoughts now turned to his niece, and how he could ever break this saddening news to her.