Spell 004 | Harry Potter |

[hero_complexed]

[ Harry's locked in a room where there are no definite doors and the walls are solid white aside from the very obvious writing all over the walls. He's holding a strange looking quill and blood is pouring from his hand as he's clearly written 'I must not tell lies' all over the room- walls, ceiling, and floor are covered in blood-red lettering. ]

[ He drops the quill and looks around again, in a far corner there's a tombstone and a freshly dug grave. Harry moves over to it to see who's grave it is, a sinking feeling in his stomach tells him he knows exactly who's it is. ]

Here lies Cedric Diggory. Died in a tragic accident

[ Harry stares numbly at the Tombstone as Anger starts to build, his fingers twitching to grab his wand. ]

'Has it sunk in yet?'

[ A sickening voice like poisoned honey sounds from all around the room. And before he's even aware of what he's doing Harry has his wand-]

Reducto!

[ The tombstone blasts into pieces. ]




(( No theme this time. Just depressing stuff that's on Harry's mind >: ))

Comments

[thatoldthatkind]

People don't want to believe in what will frighten them. Or cause them to have to change their lives. Sometimes, it's easier just to cover your eye and hide from the monsters that live under the bed.

[hero_complexed]

How is that easier? I mean-well-doesn't it make it that much harder to recover from when the worst does happen?

[thatoldthatkind]

[ The Doctor shrugs. ] If you can't see it, you can't pay attention to it. You can be blissfully unaware and go about your mundane little life.