Quirinus Quentin Quirrell

my name is Quirinus Quirrell. I'm a sixth year here at Hogwarts. It's a new year, and I don't want to be the person I was last year or the year before. I don't want to be afraid anymore.

[qquirrell]

*sitting in the library, several books open in front of him. Eyes bloodshot, completely disheveled looking as he pours over the books*

[pureblood-littleking]

You have to be stupid if you think you can bring someone back from the dead.

[qquirrell]

I’m no-not st-stu-stupid. I-I’ll d-do it. I’ll f-find a w-w-way. 

[pureblood-littleking]

You know nothing about my relationship with Maddie.

[qquirrell]

j-just b-b-because I have a stu-stutter d-does-doesn’t mean I’m stu-stu-stupid or blin-blind

[pureblood-littleking]

[frowns] Don’t talk about Maddie.

[qquirrell]

y-you woul-would. you kn-know you w-w-would

[pureblood-littleking]

You’re mental.

[qquirrell]

d-don-don’t tell me if Ma-Maddie died y-you woul-wouldn’t do an-anythin-thing to ge-get her b-ba-back

[pureblood-littleking]

This is just the grief talking. It’s understandable, but you shouldn’t do anything crazy. 

[qquirrell]

I w-will d-d-do an-anythin-thing to ge-get her b-back. 

[pureblood-littleking]

You can’t bring people back from the dead. 

[qquirrell]

I c-can f-f-f-fucking try.

[pureblood-littleking]

I’m pretty sure that’s not possible either.

[qquirrell]

ev-everyone kee-keeps s-say-saying that, but I kn-know it is. I’ll - I’ll fi-figure it ou-out and I’ll brin-bring her back. Sh-she’s my soulma-mate. That mean-means we’re supposed t-t-to be toge-gether. 

[pureblood-littleking]

I’m pretty sure there isn’t a spell or potion to cure cancer.

[qquirrell]

I wa-was go-going to f-find a way tha-that we coul-could li-live toge-gether for-forever. A w-w-way we woul-wouldn’t d-die.

[pureblood-littleking]

That wasn’t exactly a promise you could keep.

[qquirrell]

ye-yes it was. I just wasn’t goo-good enough. I wasn’t smar-smart enough to fi-figure it ou-out fa-fa-fast enough

[pureblood-littleking]

You can’t blame yourself.

[qquirrell]

I pr-promised I’d s-sa-save her

[pureblood-littleking]

I-I didn’t know her, but I’m sorry for your loss.

[qquirrell]

I-I trie-tried. I trie-tried so h-har-hard and it was-wasn’t enou-nough. I was-wasn’t enou-nough.

[qquirrell]

*in the hospital wing* I’m f-fi-fine. It's n-n-nothing, ju-just a-a scra-scra-scratch

[karoondathelucy]

Saturday, March 24, 1976. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.    Dear Professor Vernon,    We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong. What we did was wrong. But we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. What do you care? You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions. You see us as a brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess and a criminal. Correct? That’s the way we saw each other at 7:00 this morning. We were brainwashed.

[blueeyedveela]

Fine. So… no harm done then. Don’t worry about it.

[qquirrell]

a-are you o-okay? Is ev-ev-everythin-thing okay?

[blueeyedveela]

No, it’s… you weren’t listening, were you?

[qquirrell]

n-no. I heard t-tal-talking, but I was-wasn’t list-listening

[blueeyedveela]

[She rushes out of class, eager to get away from Professor McGonagall persistent questioning. As soon as she leaves, though, someone else is entering and she nearly rams right into them. She stops suddenly, staring at them with wide eyes] I… sorry. I didn’t realize you were coming in…

[qquirrell]

oh n-no it’s my faul-fault. I sho-shouldn’t have bee-been here