 Strickles®
Patrick stepped up behind Phoebe. When she moved from in front of the boggart it transformed. He saw himself and Katherine only differently. Before the separation. Then out of the blue: the surgeon. The cause of his sorrow everyday. The one thing he had ever regretted or feared was that day in the hospital. "Riddikulus" he enunciated clearly. The surgeon spun around and started waltzing to unheard music. His partner: the surgical knife. He laughed at the idea and left the boggart to someone else before he destroyed it with the wave of laughter threatening to engulf him.
The good feeling, however, was short-lived as soon as he had returned to the back of the class the laughter was gone. Instead there was an emptyness. It was familiar yet foreign to him. He had felt this way every single day after the operation. Waking up to it every morning and falling asleep to it every night had brought it to a somewhat dull ache inside. Now, however, it was a sharp jab releasing all repressed emotions and memories. He wanted to leave the class so no-one would see him break down. His feet didn't want to move. The jab was becoming sharper and larger every minute. he had to move. Just go away and not come back.
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