The Things We Lost in the Fire

"Just   think  about   the   consequences  before  doing it.”

" I will. So have you done it   then? Killed someone?"

          “You could           - do you want to?”

"                  ... "

                      “Kill her.”

"                   Do you think I could?"

"Everyone has problems with their  parents, however referring to you   as an aberration is a bit extreme.  You need some time apart, clear  your head, as she does with hers.” 

"Clearing my head isn't my strong suit.   --- but, just say, I wanted a more   permanent solution. What then?"

                      ❝ I did, thank you very much. Being called interesting                           is a lot more meaningful than being called beautiful.                            A lot of women are beautiful while only a few can be                           called interesting. ❞

            ❝ Yes, but maybe the people complimenting                 you don't understand that you don't like that                  compliment. You should tell 'em. That way                 you'll get lots of meaningful compliments.                 Problem solved! ❞

                 ”Ask her  why, and politely  inform  her  that                   she is the one who created me,  so she is                   partially responsible. What an odd thing to                   ask, however.”

"I know-- and I'm sorry. But it's just  been on my mind. Lately I've just  not been getting on with her and---  yeah. I don't want to upset her.  I think i know what I'll do. Maybe."

      “I take it you don’t pay attention to the        Quidditch matches. I’m not in Slytherin,”         she said, brown eyes narrowing, “A couple        cousins are but I’m a Gryffindor, thank you.”

           "I know. But I'd be willing to bet             you're a pretty cynical Gryffindor!             And I've always wanted to get              more into Quidditch, but I've never             had the skill. But one day! I'll             be captain. Not sure what then.               Hey---- you could help me!"

              “I’m sure she’ll like them. What I don’t                think she’ll do is let you off the hook                because you gave her some flowers.”

                        "Maybe. But it's worth a try.                           Anyways, don't make it                           sound so--- deceitful!                          It's to say sorry, not get me                          off the hook! I bet-- I bet                          you're in Slytherin!"

                              ❝ ––––– Thank you. ❞

                      ❝ ––––– Amile told me you'd appreciate a compliment like that! ❞

so much for watching his words. He winced.

     ❝ You don't do anything important! Maybe         you'd get good if you tried but you never          do! So you never will! ❞   He could see the pain that flinched behind his brothers skin, and he felt good. This punishment of others for their sins was like a method of cleansing himself through them. For he was righteous--        for he was just---              for he was---                                      what the fuck Amile?! That's not nice!                             ❝ What did you just say t' me? ❞