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REAAAAALLLLLYYYY?! The Gryffindor just looked at Lex with his blue eyes all glazed over. She thought Beautiful Bentley would think so toooo? Was it the hunger or was his mouth watering? No, it had to be the hunger. It couldn’t be because Professor Bentley would think so too. Hold on, what was Professor Bentley thinking again? Was she thinking about how brilliant their marriage would be because that’s what this Gryffindor was thinking about. It would be perfect. They would start by bonding over Culloden’s office. And then, she would invite him over for tea. He would accept of course, and then they would take a trip back down memory lane and discuss the first time they met. And then, he’d get down on one knee and hold out a bunch of plants- because she obviously had a plant thing- and then he’d pop the question and she’d accept and then they would send letters and then he wouldn’t even need the liquid luck because she was all that he needed to make him happy—
And no sooner had the fantasy started WHEN IT WAS OH SO RUDELY TAKEN AWAY FROM HIM.
He was just getting to the part about the child. Why’d you gotta go taking that away, C? W H Y?
Zander just stared at him. He didn’t look heartbroken-though clearly he was- just that glazed looked of absolute happiness was gone and his eyes were just dead. A dead sea filled with heartbreak and despair. DESPAIR, PROFESSOR, DISPAAAAAIR. “…Okay.” His voice was dead too. A DEAD VOICE THAT WAS HIDING SUCH DESPAIR AND CRIES. Why, C? Think about the children. Bentley Jr. and Zaren (a combination of both their names, ok). They never had a chance.
The boy was so caught up in his HEARTBREAK that he had nearly lost focus of the first year that had just joined the group. It wasn’t until Cullden said his name and THREW HIM back into the HARD reality that is life, that he looked up again. “Oh yeah. Here.” Dead. He was dead. Just like his hopes, his dreams, THEIR FUTURE. Dead. He held out his hand and the potion towards the girl. Why’d she have to hunt him down? He was right here. Granted, he wasn’t actually here HIS MIND WAS ELSEWHERE. Elsewhere in a foreign land called crushed hopes and no happiness.
__________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You?
You are Lemon!
Last edited by ArianaBlack; 07-25-2014 at 03:18 AM.
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