Post by Alice Cullen on Sept 14, 2007 16:59:09 GMT -5
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It is amazing what bells can do. command troups, make music, send pupils from class to class or announce a death. There are wedding bells, and Death knells. Differnt kinds of bells even. Blue bells, Brighton belles. It depends on the spelling and the inferance of the situation. But on this occassion it was a school bell, sending the occpants of hogwarts on from one lesson to the next. But it did not feel that way for one hufflepuff 6th year. To him it was like a death knell. His life had become stagnant. He needed a change.
Hand gripped his wand white knuckled in pocket, desperate to be unleashed. Curses and hexes and defensive magc reeled all about his head just waiting for an oppertunity. He knew he would pay for it but he did not care. It would be worth it. The strange and alien feeling burned in his veins, he needed to fight.
A half formed thought crossed his mind, he ahdn't drunk in two days now, and in those two days his moods had been terrible, he had been craving it. Alchoholic... the word flitted across his mind before he could stop it as he pushed his way through the crowds, heading for his next lesson. But he dissmissed it. Not him. definatly not him. He made a mental note to write to Marc that night. His hand was still clutching his wand tightly in his right pocket.
Fight, fight, fight! the voices chanted in his brain. He looked all about him for anyone, any excuse. He needed to release the pent up energy or he would explode. if it hadn't been lesson time he would have gone out to fly, too late for that not. Fight, fight, fight...
It is amazing what bells can do. command troups, make music, send pupils from class to class or announce a death. There are wedding bells, and Death knells. Differnt kinds of bells even. Blue bells, Brighton belles. It depends on the spelling and the inferance of the situation. But on this occassion it was a school bell, sending the occpants of hogwarts on from one lesson to the next. But it did not feel that way for one hufflepuff 6th year. To him it was like a death knell. His life had become stagnant. He needed a change.
Hand gripped his wand white knuckled in pocket, desperate to be unleashed. Curses and hexes and defensive magc reeled all about his head just waiting for an oppertunity. He knew he would pay for it but he did not care. It would be worth it. The strange and alien feeling burned in his veins, he needed to fight.
A half formed thought crossed his mind, he ahdn't drunk in two days now, and in those two days his moods had been terrible, he had been craving it. Alchoholic... the word flitted across his mind before he could stop it as he pushed his way through the crowds, heading for his next lesson. But he dissmissed it. Not him. definatly not him. He made a mental note to write to Marc that night. His hand was still clutching his wand tightly in his right pocket.
Fight, fight, fight! the voices chanted in his brain. He looked all about him for anyone, any excuse. He needed to release the pent up energy or he would explode. if it hadn't been lesson time he would have gone out to fly, too late for that not. Fight, fight, fight...
