By the time the vision stopped flashing in front of her, calling up one miserable memory after another, Isla felt ready to be sick. Wren shared that feeling to a certain point. Unlike Isla, however, she wasn’t quite so shocked at the appalling behavior of the humans in Scarlemagne’s memories. Well, I can see why … Continue reading
I liked her…Wolf. I hope we see her again. And if we do, maybe…maybe I could…I…Oh, no. No. No-no-no-no-no! Wren? Wren, what’s wrong?! I…I was thinking about how maybe I could try to split for that Wolf girl…maybe it wouldn’t be so bad, and–and– And what? The thought of doing something nice made you panic? … Continue reading
Draco Malfoy didn’t understand much of what was going on these days. Everything around him seemed to be crazy. He had no idea how the Death Eaters had suddenly gotten through Hogwart’s defenses, no one seemed to know that. Perhaps some of the professors knew, but if they did, they weren’t talking. Then there was … Continue reading
“No! Not again!” Voldemort’s screams of frustration echoed throughout the school. Or at least the room of requirement. No one else knew why they were here, not even the Death Eaters. They needed to duel – a real duel – and Voldemort had to win. He just… wasn’t. Harry was rather shocked himself. He didn’t … Continue reading
Wolf lifted the lid of the simmering pot and stirred gently. A puff of fragrant steam swirled around her and even pulled a rare smile onto her face. The pot contained a mixture of non-mute insects, leafy greens, and some centuries-old powdered soup mix. High in protein, more than palatable, and the spot she’d found … Continue reading
Isla took several deep breaths, though it sounded to her more like she was hyperventilating: in-and-out-in-and-out. It was bad enough trying to calm herself down. Trying to calm down Wren too was a painful double duty. The little mute rarely panicked, rarely even worried. But the real possibility of getting caught sent her into a … Continue reading
Minerva McGonagall lay recovering in the infirmary. The battle for Hogwarts had not really been a battle at all. Once a hundred or so Death Eaters suddenly appeared in the middle of the school, even the most stubborn fighters gave in fairly peacefully. Voldemort gave a reassuring speech that he would continue to utilize the … Continue reading
The first place the footprints led looked like a swamp of some kind. Not as much greenery as one would think, but shallow water covered the area, creating puddles in patches of concrete and rusting the dilapidated fences. Oddly enough, there was an old water fountain sitting here. No, wait. Make that two water fountains. … Continue reading
It took Voldemort twice as long as he might have anticipated to convince his Death Eaters that Harry Potter was now a member of their ranks. First there was actually showing them, then there was shooting a series of curses in their direction when someone dared to question if he was sure about this. After … Continue reading
*ring ring* “Hello, and thank you for phoning Foul Play by Farceurs. My name is Francine. How may I assist you?” “Oh, um…yes. Hello. I’m calling to reserve a, uh…demise slot for a sworn enemy. Do you have any available?” “Oo! Indeed we do! Let me bring up my calendar. You know, this is usually … Continue reading