 Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
Well. People were falling from the skies now. Did Quinn dislocate that or break it? People falling... everywhere. Ash felt a lot of rage. Stupid cult coming in here, acting superior, being monsters towards children who had done nothing to deserve any of this. They were not convincing her at all. Now she just wanted to return to the muggle world. Nobody tried to kill her there. Nobody had ever threatened to kill her. Nobody had exploded her broom. Nobody hurt her friends like this. She drifted in and out of focus. She shut down her anger and smushed it down to a deep, dak place for now. She could let it out later by going to a quiet place and breaking stuff. How healthy. Tamping down your rage to release it on inanimate objects. Ash hated this place. And it clearly hated her. I don't belong here. Why can't a squib somewhere have magic instead of me? They want it, and I don't. She focused on the healer, who had somehow healed her arm apparently. She was saying all injured people go to the hospital wing. Did that include Ash? Her arm was healed now, right? She still had bruised limbs and a broken SOuL. But none of that really mattered at this point. There was no place for feelings here. She decided to tag along, just in case she was supposed to go to the hospital wing. After all, Ash did have different standards for what was an important injury than most people did. Inside her head, she played music. That way, she could focus on the present and not explode with anger. She didn't want to die. |