#fiendstart

[wcrbeckds]

         “rumor has it that the next quidditch match is going to be SLYTHERIN vs GRYFFINDOR. if the past is any indication, it’s sure to be a BLOODY one... but i’d still bet 20 galleons on us for the WIN.”

[wcrbeckds]

        “it would appear that SOMEONE decided to set off a DUNGBOMB in the third floor bathrooms. normally i’d find the whole thing rather hilarious if it hadn’t knocked filch’s damn cat out. i can’t handle his ANNOYING whining... if someone could FESS UP, that would be great.”

[acarrovv-blog]

                 “ i am NOT in the mood for this rubbish right now “

[devctedservcnt-blog]

         “i’m sorry, you were SAYING? i tuned out due to the unlikely event that ANYTHING you’d have to say to me would be to my interest.”

[trvverrsx]

          “would you stop staring? it’s a BLACK EYE, i’m sure you’ve seen one before.”

[aubreymarie]

“A first year. A bloody first year.” 

[unhclyisms]

          ◢ ╳ ❛ &. “ please wake up ; p l e a s e. ” pandora’s voice was hushed & wreaked with sorrow as she held the lifeless body of a first year in her arms ; the boy’s small figure bloodied and pale -— the light & look in his eyes absent and cold. she hadn’t known him, and she never would because she couldn’t SAVE him. the gryffindor had watched the basilisk TEAR APART at the boy from afar ; and as she ran to save him -— the sounds of his screams of terror & cries for help ringing in her ears -— the serpent slid away ; leaving more bodies strewn along the castle corridors. 

          holding the boy’s small figure close, pandora noticed a BLACK SHROUD begin to settle down upon them ; the cimmerian cloud wrenching the air from her lungs. “ YOU STAY AWAY FROM HIM. ” -— the words escaped her in a yell of sorrow and desperation, and pandora wracked her mind for an answer to what this shrouded creature was as she clutched the small boy’s body close. suffocation ; a black shroud -— hopelessness & death. lethifold -— “ EXPECTO PATRONUM ! ”

[thebitchass]

         “yes,” she murmured absently as she rubbed her wrist, “it did sting a tad.”