Aislin x Zacharias Death Drabble
Another week, another meeting. Aislin had learned to embrace them, for the most part, at this point. Her favorite parts were the “discussions of deaths”. Between random muggle murders, possible, if any, known Resistance member killings, and deaths of their own. Their own who had died was obviously her least favorite, but they sometimes were told how the deaths happened, and that was sometimes interesting. To her, anyway. However, at that point in the discussion of deaths, she usually tuned out.
Aislin ran her hands down her pants, straightening them out. She was going stag, alone, completely solo tonight. There was a small knot in her stomach from the idea of going alone, but that happened sometimes. She’d never admit it, but certain things made her nervous. She checked her room one last time before grabbing her bag and heading for the door of her room.
With one hand on the doorway as she crossed the threshold of her room, she was gone in a second in a flurry of smoke. She approached the large, main doors of the house with a steely calm. She wasn’t to show weakness here, especially with her father absent from tonight’s meeting. Her father was the only one who knew her well enough to cause a diversion if needed. Whether it was Aislin’s feelings going haywire, or her murderous intent. Thorfinn could catch her shift a mile off, and had the inconceivable talent to draw all the attention in the room to himself. It usually gave Aislin a minute to calm, or a minute to escape. Slipping out unnoticed seemed to have become one of Aislin’s talents.
Aislin wandered around the table until she found her usual seat. Her father’s seat was always at the other end of the table, and Aislin never minded. It came in incredibly handy when he needed to draw attention to himself, and away from her. Which she was hoping she wouldn’t need tonight.
Settling into her seat, she couldn’t help but notice the empty seat across the table from her. The seat was usually occupied by a Zacharias Smith, and only on rare occasions did he ever miss a meeting. Zacharias had been a decent friend of hers, and it was not in his personality to be late to a meeting. Aislin chalked it up to lateness, if anything, and let her mind drift again.
The table filled up most of the way in the next couple of minutes, and the meeting was started shortly after. Aislin could see Voldemort’s eyes scanning the table, taking note of the absent. She couldn’t help but wonder what the consequences would be.
“As you all know, we do love starting with the deaths..” Aislin nodded and leaned back into her chair to get comfortable, her ears almost visually perked up to listen. “Muggles.. Allen Fort, Jeanine Scowl, Xavier Parth, Aziz Umsorri, Shauna Urt, Kurtis Wes, Ophelia Farms…” The list of muggle deaths went on and on. Someone had taken over listing names for Voldemort, and they paused only to begin the list of Resistance member deaths. “Resistance Member deaths.. Lydia Cooden, and Melvin Catterick.” The Resistance member deaths, like their own, were usually short in comparison to the muggles. As short death list, of their own, was good. “Those of our own who have fallen are..” Seeing as Aislin didn’t have many friends, she didn’t care much for the deaths of their own. Sure, she cared, but it wasn’t like she would be preparing for a funeral any time soon.
“Charles Machin, Zacharias Smith, and Diane Carter.” Aislin’s breath hitched in her throat so fast she had the urge to cough. She completely froze for a moment, before taking a deep breathe. Voldemort was now discussing how they’d lost their own. All sound was fuzzy until she heard ‘Zacharias’ again. “…unforeseeably ambushed on what should have been a simple, in and out, mission,” Aislin’s mind went blank again, all sounds fuzzy. She needed to get out of there, and fast. With a shake of her wrist, three windows at the far end of the dining room shattered into thousands of pieces, the wind raining the pieces down on those closest. It caused a huge commotion, witches and wizards alike drawing wands for one reason or another. Before the first person had even drawn their wand, Aislin had disappeared.
As soon as Aislin’s feet hit ground, she collapsed into a heap in the grass. She had managed to get herself to an open and empty field, one she had found when she was small. The sky was dark and there was little to no noise. That was, until Aislin tilted her head to the sky and let out the most blood curdling scream. She couldn’t even comprehend the sound that was leaving her body, but she knew it was the only sound she was capable of making. There was only one other time in her life she had experience a pain even comparable, and that was many years ago.
Aislin didn’t have patience for many, and she certainly didn’t have compassionate feelings for anyone. Not including her dad, which was up for debate most days. But Zacharias.. Zacharias had been different. And now he was gone. Aislin’s fingers dug into the ground, her hands pulling up fist full after fist full of dirt before throwing them. Sometimes she didn’t even throw dirt, just flung her hands out. However, with each empty handed fling, a bolt of lightening struck the trees in the distance. She couldn’t control herself, or her magic. Aislin could feel herself tearing apart; the soul act of deeply caring for one person undoing her whole being. Aislin pulled at the dirt until she couldn’t anymore, her screams dying down to a hysterical cry; her throat raw. She eventually shifted her anger to the trees, taking her anger out solely on them, throwing invisible balls of destruction at them from afar. Aislin destroyed anything in reach until she couldn’t anymore; until she couldn’t talk, until she couldn’t feel, until she couldn’t think. She collapsed back into the grass, the trees around the field destroyed. Much like the body around her heart.
