Post by Patrick Doyle on Oct 16, 2011 15:08:31 GMT -8
So raise your
[/size] glass[/size] high for tomorrow we [/size]die[/font][/right]October 7th, 9:45 am
Patrick hated this. He kept getting weird looks during his visit at the Ministry and it was all. Conrad's. Fault. How in the world had he not been paying attention while dressing this morning? When had Conrad found the time before they took the Floo Network in? The wizards he walked past shot him glances before turning to whoever was next to them, whispering behind their hands, papers, whatever.
The man growled and forced his gait longer, his lanky legs eating up the floor. He swore to the pyromaniac in his mind that this wasn't over and that he would be kept from destruction for a long time. Artorius agreed, frowning with evil intent. Conrad's choice of clothing didn't usually irritate him, but this choice was tacky.
Patrick growled again and clenched his teeth. All the elevators were occupied. He was left standing there, looking like an idiot, bouncing on the balls of his feet, hands in his pockets. Out of sheer habit, he pulled out his wand and spun it around his fingers, Zippo tucked safely in an inner pocket where Conrad couldn't get to it. He would grab a smoke stick from his pocket, but that would require thinking about fire and Conrad would jump at the opportunity to gain control again. The only option was to grab a cigarette absentmindedly.
An elevator to his right dinged and Patrick leapt at the opportunity, sliding between people to make his way to the back. Again, the people in the elevator gave him funny looks and he just grimaced. His hand lifted to his mouth and Patrick held the cigarette between his lips. Apparently, Artorius retrieved it while Patrick had dodged people. Though it was against his style, Patrick lit using his wand. Ah, that was the ticket. Nerves settled and he exhaled a stream of smoke. Someone coughed. "Oh, shut it," he ground out, popping the collar of the blasted neon-yellow spotted, brown trenchcoat, hoping that no one would bother him now.
And
[/size] return from the ashes you crawl[/size][/left]Lyrics from "My Chemical Romance" - "Mama"
[Note: Here we go.]