Nov 22, 2019
Teddy couldn’t remember how long he had been sitting there, Daily Prophet held limply in his hands as he stared off into the cold. Lost. He was lost. How could things have gone so wrong? When he had set things into motion, painstakingly building his team and keeping them in the dark, there was little he cared about in the grand scheme of things. Making an impact had been his only goal, and he hadn’t expected to care what his people had to do so long as his hands remained clean... but now his hands didn’t feel so clean anymore-- now he didn’t know. And now... now he had lost his precious control, and it continued to slip further every day. He was beginning to feel that soon, there would be nothing left...
