 Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll
Heath didn’t stick around to survey the damage left behind by his spells. He moved down the row of computers robotically, systematically eliminating every piece of untouched equipment in his path. “Bombarda!” A computer monitor exploded. “Bombarda!” A speaker gone. “Bombarda!” A keyboard turned to shrapnel. The angry fire that once fuelled his spells had died; now the only thing he felt was numb. He was like a Stormtrooper: detached, impassive, programmed for destruction not emotion… except his aim was a lot better!
Finally growing bored with the computer equipment, he wandered the room in search of something else to destroy, his expression blank, his eyes blind to the damage all around him, his ears deaf to the blasts from his classmates' spells. Eyes trained on an intact beanbag chair, he pointed his wand and made the triangular movement. “Bombarda!” The chair exploded with a loud BANG, but Heath showed no reaction to the sound or to the beans and stuffing that rained down all around him. On to the next target...
__________________ 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... |