Prompt 18 - Broken
Wolfstar April 18, word count 347
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They could hear the intruders tearing the castle apart below them. Sirius was still futilely attempting to pick the lock he hadn’t been able to pick the entire time they’d been at the castle.
They could hear them slowly making their way up the floors. Sirius tried again and again to get the lock to cooperate, and then it clicked. He’d done it. He tried the handle, and the door opened.
“I did it!” he exclaimed, utterly bewildered and unsure of how he’d managed it. His celebration was cut short, however, when he noticed the handle on the door on the other side of the window’s walk turned.
As fast and as quietly as he could, he shut their door and stuck his tools back into the unruly lock, trying to remember what he’d done and then do it in reverse.
The footsteps were getting closer. He could feel the tension from the others behind him as they readied themselves for a fight. The lock turned, and the door was locked tight again.
They watched as the handle rattled, and something heavy slammed against the door, but it stayed shut.
Sirius swallowed as the light outside the lock moved. Everyone slid into the shadows, making less noise than a falling feather. A light appeared under the door, and an eye looked on through the keyhole. No one breathed.
“Nah, just a load of broken tat in there,” one of them mumbled.
“Let’s have a look,” the other said, and the light flickered for a moment on the other side of the door to be replaced by another eye. This one looked longer, the torchlight moving back and forth under the crack under the door. “Yeah, you’re right,” he finally said, and they were plunged into darkness once more. No one moved until they heard the door at the other end of the widow’s walk slam shut, and even then, they waited.
Sirius crept forward, putting his ear against the door to listen and then tentatively moved so he could see through the keyhole. The coast was clear.
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