Post by on Dec 25, 2009 11:33:03 GMT -8
December 30th 2010 Roughly 10:00 pm
The cold night breeze gets caught in my eyes as meaningless memories flow over me
Soft but confident footsteps echoed through the room as a young man slowly made his way into the dark room. He walked by, ignoring the light switch and continuing through the shadows. This was a mere precaution to avoid detection. He could only assume he wasn't supposed to be here and had no intentions in finding out if he wasn't. He paused as he came close to a long, elegant table that seemed threatening in the darkness. Or perhaps it was simply the fact that he knew what went on in here that made the table seem evil.
He ran his fingers lightly over the table thoughtfully. How many murders had been planned here? How many massacres? How many tortures? He couldn't even begin to count, and quite honestly he'd be better off not knowing the exact number. All he knew, was that in this very room the Death Eaters made their plots. His hand on the table curled up into a fist as his other hand automatically reached back to his empty pocket. He frowned at the uncomfortable absence of his wand. Even after all this time he was attached to it. Of course, it was silly to feel so weak without it. After all it wasn't like he lacked magic, he just lacked a way to control it. If he used it...
He shuddered as he thought about what would happen to him if he got emotional enough to create a spell without his wand. No, it was best to avoid that all together. He gritted his teeth as he acknowledge for perhaps the hundredth time that he wasn't going to be getting out of here anytime soon, if at all. As much as it pained him to admit it...he was a slave.Shouting harsh words to the sky I still have the taste of blood on my tongue