 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Gunnar was here, sitting with his yearmates - his dormmates, his best friend. He was feeling a little distant though, with heavy things still weighing on his mind, but he supposed he was glad to be going home.
The sixteen year old lifted his eyes to the staff table once the headmaster spoke, finding his words to be both encouraging and discouraging at the same time. But why hadn't he mentioned the two that were missing? The two that he was sure would never come back. They deserved to be remembered and not forgotten.
Frowning to himself, his eyes fell on the food that began appearing in front of him on the table. Surprisingly enough, he wasn't all that hungry, but he began mechanically filling up his plate, whether he felt like eating or not.
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
_________________________________________________you were good for the plot line |