Every movement sent his muscles screaming in protest. Today's qudditch practice had been longer then usual as it consisted of training of the new members. But it had been a good way to vent anger by taking it out on the bludgers. He'd knew he'd really pay for it in the morning.
He opened up the newspaper and scanned the headlines. The Aurors still couldn't find out who had done the attack on Diagon and there weren't any leads. Orion didn't know what he was expecting. Something. Anything. A clue or something.
With a long string of cursewords, he balled up the paper and threw it with all his might at the wall. It bounced harmlessly off the stain glass windows and dropped to the floor.




