 Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll
Heath half-expected he would lose points for taking too long to make the first cut. Although it probably didn’t look like it, he really was trying his hardest to get the job done and not be dramatic about it… which for an aspiring actor like him, was practically impossible! Any other time, he would’ve been relieved that that didn’t happen, but now he was too distracted by other, stronger emotions. He had just pinned back the frog’s skin flaps when Professor Noble called time. It was only then that he looked down at his frog, and the magnitude of what he’d done set in.
Seeing that poor frog lying there with its insides exposed, a fresh wave of guilt washed over Heath. He bit his lower lip, blinking against the tears that threatened to fall. He kept his head down as he began the process of cleaning up, but if anyone saw, he was going to say it was the stench making his eyes water. Drawing his wand, he tapped the frog and repeated the preservation charm. “Conserve condio,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. Somehow, miraculously, the spell worked on the first try that time, sparing him the trouble of having to speak again. He was afraid his voice would break if he did!
He quickly and quietly wrote his name on the dissection tray and placed it with the others on the bench. FInally rid of the frog, Heath returned to his station to clean all the equipment he’d used and return it to its proper place. He hurriedly packed his supplies, slinging his bag over his shoulder. Were they done? Could he please go now? He needed to be alone for a while!
__________________ 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... |