The Discovery
The Discovery
“Come on! Hurry up,or we’ll never get there in time” Sirius said, giddy with excitement. There was a significant spring in his step. “Mate - chill out. It doesn’t close for another three hours, and I don’t know about you, but I don’t plan on being there for three hours.” James replied, not being able to help the contentment he felt as he saw his friend’s happiness. If anyone deserved to be happy, it was Sirius. “You never know, mate!” Sirius jested, breathlessly.
They rounded the street corner and Sirius stood stock still. An audible gasp escaped his mouth, the cigarette fell from between his fingers, and he gazed over at the shop. His eyes wide and glistening with anticipation, he attempted to even his breath out. “James, mate. I think we’re going to need those three hours.”. James, standing equally aghast beside him, ran a hand through his already wily dark hair. He hummed vaguely in reply and clapped a hand to his friends’ back. “Come on then!” He encouraged, already setting off towards the shop. Sirius’ grin widened and he adjusted his battered leather jacket. “Here I come, my darling.” He muttered, unable to hide the smirk in his voice.
Sirius strode confidently over to the first row of machines. His eyes lit up, endless possibilities opening up before him. He gazed longingly at the shiny tanks, the fresh leather seats and the unmarked tyres. Oh yes, he was enjoying this. “Oi Pads, look at this one!” James called from somewhere behind him. Sirius, unwilling to tear his eyes away from the gleaming motorbikes, reluctantly turned to face the direction of James’ shout.
The sight he beheld was a magnificent one. James, now astride a beautiful crimson red motorcycle, had donned a huge helmet. The helmet, complete with an aviator goggle accessory, looked to be crushing his friend's head. “Prongs, I think you’re meant to take your glasses off first.” he laughed, exasperatedly yanking the helmet from the other boy's head. “Do you think this is the one?” James appealed, a twinkle in his eye as he pointed down to the bike he was perched on. Sirius pondered for a moment, weighing up the pros and cons. “Nah.” he shook his head, “Not the one. Keep looking though.”. James leapt off the bike and sauntered off to another part of the shop to continue their search.
Sirius turned, and a jet black bike standing solitary just outside the shop front caught his gaze. Immediately, he knew. It was this one. He eagerly walked over to it and examined the motorcycle carefully, taking in every possible detail. According to the branding on the tank, it was a Triumph Bonneville. He grinned wildly as he ran his hands across the handlebars of his discovery. He swung his leg over to sit on it. “Oh! Vintage!” James exclaimed, seeing Sirius sitting on the bike. Sirius, still smiling, gave a little nod. A small ‘O’ formed on James’ face. He bounded over like an excited puppy, “it’s the one! It’s the one” he sang. Sirius ran a hand through his long dark hair and sighed a contented sigh. He beamed, eyes never leaving his new found friend.
“She’s the one, Prongs.”