thinking
sad
which
witch?
witch?
the prologue
scroll
"Premature death,
Daughters of the Night?
Will the shadow of their
sacrificial hearts show?
Chain their shackles close because
the Sun and the Moon will meet to
leave the world in the dark
for there to be no dawn,
no day: succumb this Twilight.
She will unsheathe her fang,
and quell her urges
to the tainted blood
of the Wolf."
Daughters of the Night?
Will the shadow of their
sacrificial hearts show?
Chain their shackles close because
the Sun and the Moon will meet to
leave the world in the dark
for there to be no dawn,
no day: succumb this Twilight.
She will unsheathe her fang,
and quell her urges
to the tainted blood
of the Wolf."
Friday, October 13th, 0:00AM
"They are dangerous." Professor Palustris rose from his chair, clutching the table so tightly the loss of circulation made their hands stone-grey. There was waver in his voice and the confidence in his statement was unapparent and disarmed with self-doubt however he continued. "It is diabolical to allow them to continue here... To risk the lives of other students and for what? Some prophecy that she," Palustris took an sharp, inward breath, trapping air between nostrils, "created twenty bloody years ago." He directed his bombardment toward Professor Mink, the Divination teacher of Hogwarts, who sat coolly at the round table. Despite the dimly lit room, it was obvious all thirty sets of eyes where aimed towards the wisened witch who said not a word nor flinched under the insulting pressure. There was no silence left for Palustris to continue and the whole boardroom of magical staff whispered among themselves, some nodding and with others voicing their disagree. Even Headmaster Yin, who was particular for order and control, did not disrupt the uproar of voices. Above the noise Palustris rose above, "They are not even true witches... If it is ever true, and Tainn and Volkov are who Mink says them to be, then they are tainted with contagious disease... Hogwarts is not a place for beasts."Later that night Palustris was found dead.
His bones had contorted into all angles as he must have writhed in pain from the Cruciatus Curse.
He had no wounds which only showed his death was magical.
Morning arose and Minnie Mink, a seventy-two year old Divination Professor who taught at the world famous Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was arrested by the Ministry's Justice Legion to Life in Azkaban before trail even commenced.
His bones had contorted into all angles as he must have writhed in pain from the Cruciatus Curse.
He had no wounds which only showed his death was magical.
Morning arose and Minnie Mink, a seventy-two year old Divination Professor who taught at the world famous Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was arrested by the Ministry's Justice Legion to Life in Azkaban before trail even commenced.
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