#powderedrootofasphodel

@severus-snape-of-spinners-end

All of her life, all she’d known was Light and Goodness and Warmth. She’d been made aware of nothing for a millennia except these truths and had more than accepted them as Everything.

And then she was made aware of humans.

Humans with their anger and their hatred and bitterness. And their desire and love.

And for the first time in her existence, she knew Jealousy.

It started off as a small nugget behind her heart, a pinprick of darkness in her previously light-filled world.

But it grew as she started studying them further. As her Knowledge spread, so did the Darkness, and soon, she had approached the Throne with her thoughts.

And she learned Anger.

Now, she was learning Pain as she lay in a huddled, bloodied mass, her broken wings furtively curled around her in an effort to protect her from the true Everything that she was feeling for the first time.

                            "What do you want?"

Gus was not one so easily set off.       But the stupidity of some of his peers       made him want to jinx arses off.

All boobs are at least slightly uneven! :D It’s part of what’s fun about them. But it’s an easy thing to insult, if you’re trying to insult someone’s breasts.

She'd been so careful, really, so bloody careful to allude capture. For two years, she'd been on the run, on the Undesirable list, along with Alastor Moody and James Potter. And one little mistake and she'd been ambushed. 

They'd trusted the wrong person. That seemed to be more and more lately. People got tired of fighting the good fight, tired of living in camps and not having food, and of watching loved ones be taken or killed. She couldn't blame them. 

But, there was no backing out for her. There was no going into hiding. She couldn't not fight, even now, as she was bound by rope and chain to a chair in the middle of a dim candle-lit room, no windows. No chance for escape they'd said. They wanted information.

Information she wouldn't give them, had learned Occlumency to protect. Campsite locations, battle plans, where they'd stage the next attack. She wouldn't give them anything. 

They were going to kill her anyways, mudblood that she was. Murderer that she was. She grinned at the Death Eater before her, the one 'working her over,' hitting her until she saw stars. 

I’m here if you’d like to do something :D