A final Halloween scare for the Community
Wrap-up tomorrow. Comment away, all! This drabble courtesy of Severed_Lies, who is an enthusiastic writer! Thus....
Gift for: The Community!
From: severed_lies
Title: Scars
Characters: Lucius Malfoy, OFC, A House Elf
Rating: PG
Warnings: An awful childhood memory. Non-graphic animal bites.
Summary: Some wishes never come to pass.
Notes: Subtle hints of horror, a recollection of a terrifying incident. If I give the specifics, it would ruin the denouement.
It started with small items, satin hair ribbons and silk bathrobe sashes and the like. I was vexed by these continual disappearances and was unable to satisfactorily explain to mother how those items kept going missing. I suspected one particular house elf, a pitiful creature, and began a campaign to torment it.
I was rather pleased by the cunning tricks and pranks I played upon the little thief. He dared not to retaliate, or so I believed.
Then, one blustery October evening, whilst sneaking into the dungeons to find my late grandfather's silver-handled wand, I became disoriented...most likely due to downing a poisoned drink at dinner. I wandered into the underground cistern, and was roughly pushed into the chamber. The door was sealed behind me. Trapped in the rank and drafty room, I began to panic. Then the horrifying squeaking of scurrying rodents drove me into shedding tears, my very first tears.
The next morning, liberated by father, who refused to speak to me, and upset by mother's cooing and fussing, I vowed to get even.
I know it is an unsavory tale, but you did ask about the bite marks, my dear. And revenge shall be mine.
One day.