Halloween Gift for verseblack
Gift for verseblack
From wiccarowan
Happy Halloween, love from wiccarowan. A bit dark, but hope you like it.
In The Headmaster’s Office
“You’re wasting your time, boy.”
“Don’t start with the bloodline thing again. With all due respect, Sir, it’s none of your business.”
“You know, in my day…”
“I would have taken her to be mine through real magic, I know.”
“Or killed her.”
“Or killed her, yes, sorry, of course.”
“So what are you doing, boy?”
“It has to be the perfect pumpkin. I’m not sure why.”
“Ah, nothing says ‘I love you, Mudblood’ like a mutilated vegetable.”
“Actually, Sir, I believe it’s a fruit.”
“Boy, when you are Headmaster of this school, you can lecture me all you please. Now take another one of those ghastly sweets and try again. Your wand movement is most irregular.”
“I hope Professor Dumbledore doesn’t mind me practising on his sherbert pumpkins.”
“Boy, he shouldn’t be eating the things in the first place. You know, it’s high time we had a Slytherin Headmaster again.”
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“Do you remember, Sir?”
“Of course. I have nothing to do but remember.”
“Sometimes it feels like yesterday. But she’s gone. She’s been gone a long time.”
“I’m proud of you, boy, you know that.”
The words are no comfort, coming years too late, and from the wrong soul.
From wiccarowan
Happy Halloween, love from wiccarowan. A bit dark, but hope you like it.
In The Headmaster’s Office
“You’re wasting your time, boy.”
“Don’t start with the bloodline thing again. With all due respect, Sir, it’s none of your business.”
“You know, in my day…”
“I would have taken her to be mine through real magic, I know.”
“Or killed her.”
“Or killed her, yes, sorry, of course.”
“So what are you doing, boy?”
“It has to be the perfect pumpkin. I’m not sure why.”
“Ah, nothing says ‘I love you, Mudblood’ like a mutilated vegetable.”
“Actually, Sir, I believe it’s a fruit.”
“Boy, when you are Headmaster of this school, you can lecture me all you please. Now take another one of those ghastly sweets and try again. Your wand movement is most irregular.”
“I hope Professor Dumbledore doesn’t mind me practising on his sherbert pumpkins.”
“Boy, he shouldn’t be eating the things in the first place. You know, it’s high time we had a Slytherin Headmaster again.”
***********************************************************
“Do you remember, Sir?”
“Of course. I have nothing to do but remember.”
“Sometimes it feels like yesterday. But she’s gone. She’s been gone a long time.”
“I’m proud of you, boy, you know that.”
The words are no comfort, coming years too late, and from the wrong soul.