 *was invited to join so technically not crashing* Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll
Gaston had migrated away from the pathways, still brooding over the uncertain future that lay before him. Everything in his life had gone so wrong so fast!
He was still struggling to make sense of it... Some days,
he half-expected to wake up from this bizzarre nightmare back in his old life, but his old life was gone. Now he was standing at a crossroads.
As of on autopilot, he found himself approaching the lake,
as he so often did when troubled. Staring out at the water calmed his state of unrest... until he heard voices rising and realized he wasn't alone. He looked around and saw Noble and several students gathered a little ways away from him. and...
His bright blue eyes widened in shock as he caught bits of the conversation taking place. Daydream charm? Veritaserum? The Ministry? Who was Derf talking about, and more importantly, why? From the six years he'd taught the boy, Derfael Ashbury-Hawthorne seemed like one of the least confrontational people in the school, so if he was talking about using spells and potions on someone,
something must be very wrong - and Gaston intended to find out!
He cautiously approached the scene, giving the Hufflepuff prefect a concerned, sympathetic look. "What's going on?" he asked gently. "What's this I hear about daydream charms and Veritaserum? What-?" He peered over the side of the box, taking an automatic step back at the sight of the bowtruckle (or at least what he thought was a bowtruckle) inside. He gasped, exclaiming in French as he clapped a hand to his mouth. His mind was going a million miles an hour as he connected the dots. "Did Petrov-?" he began, barely able to get any words out for the anger already rising within him.
__________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led
If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true... |