"Cuckoo, Cherry TreeNikklaus Diederich tightly shut his eyes on that dreary September first. It was only six a.m. and he normally liked his schedule quite fixed. Wake up at Seven, brush his teeth, get dressed, eat, practice his reflexes, learn new spells and so on. Indeed, if something ruined his schedule, like say his father demanding he practice something else, it would put a bit of a damper on his day. It was an oddity though, as he wasn't nearly as scheduled and organized as he was in school, but something about being at home made him want to. Maybe it was to fill the emptiness living at home or maybe it was to make sure he kept as ahead of the game as possible. With a heavy sigh, he finally sat up, green and black covers falling to his waste. Groggily he remembered, today he went back to Hogwarts.
Good Bird, Tell me,
How many days before I die?"
Outside plenty of noise could be heard. The rain drops fell softly against his window, the rhythemic sound making Klaus really wish he could go back to sleep. Oddly enough, the birds were loud as well in the tree just beside his window. Klaus stood up, reaching his height of 5'11 and peaked outside the window. As he put his hand out to catch some rain drops the rain fell harder. It was such a bland day for one as exciting as it should be. Shutting his window, Klaus went off to begin his process, a little bit earlier.
Klaus exited the shower still feeling sleepy. Back in his room, he changed into his robes, ran one hand through his hair and instinctively picked up his wand laying next to his bed on the small wooden desk. The smooth feeling and snake-like curves embedded near the back end was all too familiar. Sometimes it was still a wonder to him that all of his magical energy could be channeled into this thing, a wonder that most wizards took for granted. It was long and light in his hand as he finished turning it. It was also amazing that his wand was sister to his mothers own, the only difference being hers was made of Rowan. Nikklaus took great pride in that fact, but would never care to admit it. It had been eight years since his mothers passing, and time still hadn't and probably never would heal his wound. The best thing he could do was to keep moving, though he'd never forgive and never forget.
Snapping out of it, with a swish of his wand, he had his clothes march in a perfect line right into his suitcase. He had been working all summer on Nonverbal spells but the best he could do was that little trick for now. Leaving his room, he went outside to grab a snack and picked up the floating Daily Prophet near the table. More stuff about the Death Eater drama hmm? Klaus wasn't so keen on allowing any prisoners out. They were there for a reason and committed murders. It was sickening. Mindless sheep bent to the will of Voldemort...the propagandized picture of a scary looking witch tugging against the cell upset Klaus too. She wasn't worth the publicity. He cast the paper to the side and retired back to his room after eating a piece of toast.
With a satisfied nod and a double check that his magical items were all in order and packed as well, he picked up his luggage and headed to his fireplace. His father was no where to be seen and left no floating notes as he normally did. He was probably off catching Bösewichte (villains). But so much good that did huh? His mother was dead. If his father would have been home...Klaus tensed up squeezing the handle of his luggage and furrowed his brow. He had to stop there. He was using floo powder to get there and he had to be concise especially since his accent would come in full throttle when he was upset. He breathed in and out as he looked out at the huge living room. two small yellow couches, a coffee table and a couple magical antiques were the only things that decorated it and beyond that was the kitchen. Everything about the place felt so empty... Klaus was ready to leave.
"Schlange?"He called out, almost forgetting his silly cat. He pointed his wand "Accio Cage.", and it came whirling at him. Used to it, he caught it gracefully as it slightly hit his chest. He slipped his wand in the inside of his robe pocket after gently placing the cat on top of his luggage. His cat was hissing though stomping around with her green paws. She hated when he did that.
He raised his eyebrows at her and smiled. "Hmph." Next he slowly said "Kings Cross Station." as not to slur his words, then threw his powder inside. As always, the effect was instantaneous and he was standing in the pub. Slowly, he stepped out. He had learned the hard way that running out left him winded for whatever reason. Carrying his stuff over towards the platform, Klaus always had an appreciation for doing things the muggle way. It instilled values more often than not...also helped with his muscles! Rain drops caught his head and he stuck out his tongue to catch a drop. He was still a kid in some ways. Rushing through the platform, Klaus placed his luggage with storage, save Schlange and headed to the Slytherins "terrortory" as they liked to call it. It was silly enough to bring a smile to Klaus' face half the time, but he did more listening than actually speaking. He slid open the sliding door and slipped into the back, waiting for more to board. If it got too boring (which never really happened with his second family), he'd head off towards a different house area.