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2 days.
Was that all it was? Just two days?
It was surprising to know that in just a few days--things would be a little more normal than not. Vincent Daray would be back on the train, to class--to start his NEWT's. To learn new things...
But he just couldn't get the gist of it, as though everything that had happened had made it sure that he had no need to go back. He didn't have to go back. He had passed his owls. He had got some qualifications, he could easily get a job. Maybe Borgin would have a place? No...
The Dark Lord wanted him to go back. Vincent's birthday was halloween, 16, possibly one of the oldest in his class and yet he felt very young compared to those he served with. He didn't want to serve anymore, hadn't he paid his due? the deaths of two people who killed his parents? surely the diagon alley incident--and the help with the family a few weeks ago was enough payment.
Vincent looked down at the mark on his skin as he sat in his bedroom, he was hunched over, dark eyes locked with the dark mark, which was even now convulsing. He afterall, gave alot of orders, all of his death eaters had to bare this pain.
But it was hard to explain such a pain when you were only 15 years old.
He winced slightly as another jolt flooded his spine, then looked out of the window, a crystal clear morning shone through beckoning those into the summer sun. They said that next summer would be the hottest summer england's ever had if this weather is the same next time.
If we survive it. Vincent thought grimly and laid down, looking at the ceiling of his room, wishing to melt away.
--Noreen,
I miss you, I know it's a strange thing for me to say, but I do, terribly so. I've been lonely for weeks now, and I would love to see you again before school starts.
If you'd like that is, you're probably busy. If not, it's not a problem, I'd see you on the train, we're both prefects.
Take care.
--Vincent.
Was that all it was? Just two days?
It was surprising to know that in just a few days--things would be a little more normal than not. Vincent Daray would be back on the train, to class--to start his NEWT's. To learn new things...
But he just couldn't get the gist of it, as though everything that had happened had made it sure that he had no need to go back. He didn't have to go back. He had passed his owls. He had got some qualifications, he could easily get a job. Maybe Borgin would have a place? No...
The Dark Lord wanted him to go back. Vincent's birthday was halloween, 16, possibly one of the oldest in his class and yet he felt very young compared to those he served with. He didn't want to serve anymore, hadn't he paid his due? the deaths of two people who killed his parents? surely the diagon alley incident--and the help with the family a few weeks ago was enough payment.
Vincent looked down at the mark on his skin as he sat in his bedroom, he was hunched over, dark eyes locked with the dark mark, which was even now convulsing. He afterall, gave alot of orders, all of his death eaters had to bare this pain.
But it was hard to explain such a pain when you were only 15 years old.
He winced slightly as another jolt flooded his spine, then looked out of the window, a crystal clear morning shone through beckoning those into the summer sun. They said that next summer would be the hottest summer england's ever had if this weather is the same next time.
If we survive it. Vincent thought grimly and laid down, looking at the ceiling of his room, wishing to melt away.
--Noreen,
I miss you, I know it's a strange thing for me to say, but I do, terribly so. I've been lonely for weeks now, and I would love to see you again before school starts.
If you'd like that is, you're probably busy. If not, it's not a problem, I'd see you on the train, we're both prefects.
Take care.
--Vincent.