Expectations/All Relative
Title: Expectations
House: Slytherin
Words: 100
Character: Fenrir Greyback
Challenge: Born to be Bad
Such a shame, people agreed later. He’d been such a nice boy…
Fenrir sat with his knees pulled under his chin. Under the eves of a dilapidated building, he watched the rain pour down on the grey London streets.
His family had decided that they couldn’t live with him like this, especially with the full moon only a week away.
They acted like he didn’t know. Of course he did. He had heard whispers; savage, they called him, wicked, evil.
It’d always been important to him to hold up to people’s expectations. So, he reasoned, if that’s what people wanted…
Title: All Relative
House: Slytherin
Words: 100
Character: Fenrir Greyback
Challenge: Born to be Bad
He tasted blood. Its lingering scent filled his nostrils: a metallic narcotic that made him giddy.
Fenrir tore into the child’s belly. As he did so, he reflected that people called him evil even before he’d built up his reputation.
Evil was having rocks thrown at you wherever you went; the men who had forced you to turn to cannibalism, your only means of survival.
And yet they thought he, a victim of the environment, was evil. Ah, wizards and their prejudices.
He crunched the bones thoughtfully, sucking out their sweet marrow, and decided that evil, really, was all relative.
House: Slytherin
Words: 100
Character: Fenrir Greyback
Challenge: Born to be Bad
Such a shame, people agreed later. He’d been such a nice boy…
Fenrir sat with his knees pulled under his chin. Under the eves of a dilapidated building, he watched the rain pour down on the grey London streets.
His family had decided that they couldn’t live with him like this, especially with the full moon only a week away.
They acted like he didn’t know. Of course he did. He had heard whispers; savage, they called him, wicked, evil.
It’d always been important to him to hold up to people’s expectations. So, he reasoned, if that’s what people wanted…
Title: All Relative
House: Slytherin
Words: 100
Character: Fenrir Greyback
Challenge: Born to be Bad
He tasted blood. Its lingering scent filled his nostrils: a metallic narcotic that made him giddy.
Fenrir tore into the child’s belly. As he did so, he reflected that people called him evil even before he’d built up his reputation.
Evil was having rocks thrown at you wherever you went; the men who had forced you to turn to cannibalism, your only means of survival.
And yet they thought he, a victim of the environment, was evil. Ah, wizards and their prejudices.
He crunched the bones thoughtfully, sucking out their sweet marrow, and decided that evil, really, was all relative.