 ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~
The door banged shut loudly behind him, setting Sabel's shoulders to flinch up in a wince. He hoped no one had been following too close behind him or they might have gotten a solid wall of wood to the face. But he still didn't turn around to check. Not even a glance.
His whole body seemed to be on fire and he couldn't seem to control it. The anger drove him away from the Auror office and a good distance down the hall. Every word he had shared with Wesley repeated in his head like a bad, agitating broken record. And there seemed to be no way to expunge it from his system. He nearly drove his hand into the wall when he finally stopped, but something had him reeling it to a dead stop a fraction of an inch away from the stone.
His chest heaved and his lungs burned. He probably would have broken it with all the force that he had thrown behind it. With a heavy expulsion of air, he dropped the palm of his hand and his forehead lightly against the cool wall. Among the replay of images and audio from the last few minutes, one solid thought echoed through. He needed to calm down.
__________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________
I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________
_______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy. |