Hospital Tents
*standing in a darkened corner of one of the tents*
Fred. Freddy. He's still not making any noise at all, not a sound... not even a bloody snore! I've never realized how much we say to each other without saying it... and of course now I'm the only one who can 'hear' him... I can see his frustration, I can hear him swearing and cursing and beating his fist, and screaming because no one can hear; because there's no point in concocting witty repartee. It sounds too much like the quiet, dark places in my own head, and I worry that I can't make enough sound to let out our combined sorrow. And I worry that he will never speak again.
And that girl... the girl who did it... Millicent Bulstrode...
She wasn't aiming for Fred, she was aiming for the Death Eater.
*cringes slightly*
*watches her face as she takes a shallow breath in her sleep*
She will likely never walk again, possibly never regain consciousness, might not survive the night. Accidentally found in the aftermath, like Professor Lupin, only... only not nearly as lucky... She's got The Mark, but, she tried to help us... and I nearly killed her. I might have killed her.
But she was helping the Death Eaters.
But she's just a young kid who didn't deserve this. And I did it to her. And I might've done it to Ron, too, if I hadn't seen him at the last possible sodding minute.
*shifts from one foot to the other, not wanting to take a closer chair*
This is all so pointless, especially when there's no rhyme or reason to who you can and cannot trust. How can you fight a war that has no clear ranks? How do you know who the enemy is, if they're busy pretending to be friends? How do you live with the things you have to do?
Did she really deserve this? Do any of us?
*shifts feet again*
Fred. Freddy. He's still not making any noise at all, not a sound... not even a bloody snore! I've never realized how much we say to each other without saying it... and of course now I'm the only one who can 'hear' him... I can see his frustration, I can hear him swearing and cursing and beating his fist, and screaming because no one can hear; because there's no point in concocting witty repartee. It sounds too much like the quiet, dark places in my own head, and I worry that I can't make enough sound to let out our combined sorrow. And I worry that he will never speak again.
And that girl... the girl who did it... Millicent Bulstrode...
She wasn't aiming for Fred, she was aiming for the Death Eater.
*cringes slightly*
*watches her face as she takes a shallow breath in her sleep*
She will likely never walk again, possibly never regain consciousness, might not survive the night. Accidentally found in the aftermath, like Professor Lupin, only... only not nearly as lucky... She's got The Mark, but, she tried to help us... and I nearly killed her. I might have killed her.
But she was helping the Death Eaters.
But she's just a young kid who didn't deserve this. And I did it to her. And I might've done it to Ron, too, if I hadn't seen him at the last possible sodding minute.
*shifts from one foot to the other, not wanting to take a closer chair*
This is all so pointless, especially when there's no rhyme or reason to who you can and cannot trust. How can you fight a war that has no clear ranks? How do you know who the enemy is, if they're busy pretending to be friends? How do you live with the things you have to do?
Did she really deserve this? Do any of us?
*shifts feet again*