Unspeakable Trouble Part 1 Location: Countryside Graveyard Date: 21 June 2002 Tagged: @nottaciturn
It was approaching midnight and much to her dismay, Katie Bell was discovering sweat dripped down her forehead far easier ( and quicker ) than packed dirt turned out the earth. The Unspeakable punched the dirt mound with her shovel over again and again, only pausing when she couldn’t stand the clammy sensation building up on her skin any longer.
Dabbing at the perspiration glistening on her face with her sleeve, she looked across the distorted darkness to where she hoped Theo too was working in haste alongside her. Katie struggled to remember the last time she had been so reticent in his company. Aside from the crickets, the only soundtrack accompanying them was the clamoring of shovels ( and her own irregular heartbeat ringing in her ears ). The silence was uncomfortable and clung to her with desperation. She opened her mouth to speak on more than one occasion, but each time found herself stumbling over her own tongue.
It was an utterly hopeless feeling for the woman, and a stark contrast from the vibrant exterior she usually exuded.
To put it simply, there was something strange about disturbing a person’s final resting place. Something Katie found eerie and haunting. But was it really disturbing the dead if they came back to life inexplicably? She found it even more bizarre since she once knew the person. She recognized the name housed on the headstone. The day of death etched onto stone was a heavy reminder of everything lost, leaving Katie to wonder what decrepit bones they may or may not find six feet below their feet.
She shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Dark tresses of hair escaped from the identical jet-black beanie on her head the Department of Mysteries insisted the pair wear before sending them off. They were fully engulfed in matching ensembles down to the very boots on their feet, which Katie knew pleased her far more than it must have Theo. That was perhaps one of the only perks of this mission, which she was beginning to think of as more a sick joke than an actual mission at all. Perhaps it was some ritualistic hazing all junior unspeakables were subjected to. While the idea of uncovering a body seemed daring and thrilling, she reminded herself that wasn’t a guarantee. A dangerous thought ricocheted around in her head they weren’t quite sure what they were getting themselves into.
And why did they have to send us off with shovels? What kind of twisted punishment is this?
Katie tried to dispel the furry of questions, but it proved difficult. She could feel her wand securely fastened in its holster beneath her sleeve and occasionally gripped it for comfort. The question of why she hasn’t reached for it sooner arose on more than one occasion. She only decided to withdraw it when the desperation became too unavoidable, clawing at her from the inside out trying to break free. With a heavy sigh she flicked her wand and charmed the shovel with a wordless incantation so it would continue digging of its own volition. “ Is this the real reason they gave us shovels? They knew you’d be little help when it came to the heavy lifting? ” She quipped before snatching his shovel up only to resume her digging with his previously discarded tool, conspiring to look as least inconspicuous as possible in the small muggle graveyard they occupied. “ Is your intention to stand there and look pretty the entire time or are you going to help? ” Katie inquired as she scratched at a speck of dirt on her face, smudging it higher across her brow.
