Post by m on Mar 27, 2007 12:00:05 GMT -5
The eyes are not here.
There are no eyes here.
A cool wind whipped across the endless moors, but he - impervious to nearly any sensation at all by this point - stood tall, unruffled, amongst the reeds and grass, a solitary figure cloaked in black. The first rays of the sun were just beginning to appear, low in the eastern sky, casting tremulous shadows on the vast wasteland. This is the way the world ends...
"Andy, Andy, I did it! I'm free! I left! I..." an exultant Sirius Black collapsed into the arms of his favourite cousin, "couldn't've done it without you, coz..." His joys masked the sounds of a baby playing and of pages of a book being turned furiously as the baby's father poured over the small, age-yellowed tome, oblivious to all that was going on around him. Not with a bang...
She entered the room to a man bent low over a desk, one hand pressed to his forehead in anguish. His eyes met her and he began to speak, low, soft, and respectful, "Minister, there's been anoth-" Her eyes clinched tightly, she replied, equally controlled, finishing for him, "another attack?" He didn't even have to nod for her to know that she supposed the truth. "How many, this time..?" ...but a whimper
The years since the end of the great war against Grindelwald had been marked with a quiet, uncomfortable calm. The idea of an ultimate evil had all but escaped the younger generation, who had seen nothing of their parents' and grandparents' battle. But the calm was beginning to give way to whispers of a secret knightly order, dedicated to restoring esteem to the wizarding community. Slowly, but steadily, the attacks had begun to mount, yet those whose war it would become had not yet finished their passage through the halls of Hogwarts.
She knelt before him, head bowed respectfully, her deep black gown billowing out behind her as she crouched before the imposing figure. "It will be beautiful, my lord..." Bellatrix' voice was tremulous, yet eager, "where the old order ends... AND YOU BEGIN."
There are no eyes here.
A cool wind whipped across the endless moors, but he - impervious to nearly any sensation at all by this point - stood tall, unruffled, amongst the reeds and grass, a solitary figure cloaked in black. The first rays of the sun were just beginning to appear, low in the eastern sky, casting tremulous shadows on the vast wasteland. This is the way the world ends...
"Andy, Andy, I did it! I'm free! I left! I..." an exultant Sirius Black collapsed into the arms of his favourite cousin, "couldn't've done it without you, coz..." His joys masked the sounds of a baby playing and of pages of a book being turned furiously as the baby's father poured over the small, age-yellowed tome, oblivious to all that was going on around him. Not with a bang...
She entered the room to a man bent low over a desk, one hand pressed to his forehead in anguish. His eyes met her and he began to speak, low, soft, and respectful, "Minister, there's been anoth-" Her eyes clinched tightly, she replied, equally controlled, finishing for him, "another attack?" He didn't even have to nod for her to know that she supposed the truth. "How many, this time..?" ...but a whimper
The years since the end of the great war against Grindelwald had been marked with a quiet, uncomfortable calm. The idea of an ultimate evil had all but escaped the younger generation, who had seen nothing of their parents' and grandparents' battle. But the calm was beginning to give way to whispers of a secret knightly order, dedicated to restoring esteem to the wizarding community. Slowly, but steadily, the attacks had begun to mount, yet those whose war it would become had not yet finished their passage through the halls of Hogwarts.
She knelt before him, head bowed respectfully, her deep black gown billowing out behind her as she crouched before the imposing figure. "It will be beautiful, my lord..." Bellatrix' voice was tremulous, yet eager, "where the old order ends... AND YOU BEGIN."