 Sort of catching up Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll
Just when Heath thought he couldn’t feel any more shocked and appalled at the events of this class, Rosier grabbed Ashley and threatened her life in front of the entire class! His eyes grew wide and panic-stricken, and it was only the clenching of his jaw that stopped him from letting out an audible gasp. Since the moment he walked into this room, Heath suspected that Rosier would eventually resort to killing students - and why wouldn’t he? He’d already demonstrated that he was capable of using Unforgivables on children! Heath just never imagined it would happen this fast. The fear he felt was slowly turning into rage… rage at Rosier for hurting his classmates and rage at himself for being unable to protect them. Despite his rising emotions, there was no way he could keep silent when someone’s life was on the line!
His mind kept going back to his answer to the last question, to muggles like Vernon Dursley and Mary Lou Barebone. He genuinely believed those people deserved to be punished, not because they were muggles but because they were bullies. His answer to the question was the same thing he’d wish on any bully: give them a taste of their own medicine. In this case, round up the muggles and do everything to them that they had historically done to wizards. Burn them, beat them, abuse them psychologically to the point that they hate what they are and want to die!
Heath shuddered at the mention of green lights and someone dropping. All he could think was, What if it was Claudine? Just the idea of living without her made him want to cry, and he frantically tried to push the thought out of his mind. Luckily, the activity instructions distracted him before cracks in his stoic facade could show. They were doing Bombarda, good! The kind of mood he was in, he needed to blast something right now… but the scene in front of him dampened his enthusiasm. There was no need to guess what that was supposed to represent! What?! They screamed too! An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of his stomach as he imagined his father or his grandparents in the dummies’ place.
Still, the encouraging look from Claudine renewed his determination and he returned it with a small reassuring nod before heading into the fray. He would go on playing the part of a “good” halfblood if it meant keeping her alive and in his life. That’s all he was, an actor playing a role and the dummies props. It’s not real, he reminded himself, aiming his wand at the nearest adult male dummy. “Bombarda!” he exclaimed, unleashing his pent-up rage into the spell.
__________________ 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... |