#tomvorlostriddle

                                                        or was it?

                                                              .

Narcissa couldn’t recall the last time she had seen roses in the manor.

. . . when?

When was the last time he sat across the table, waving his wand to create roses out of thin air?

It happened at night, she knew. They came just after dinner,  those people of so-called justice—chained his ankle and took him to the hell faraway, never to see the sun again;

                                                    ( she fell apart )

her shrieks of terror failed to pierce their ears and make them give him back to her awaiting embrace, her spells discharged, her wand useless;

                 ( she had to be strong, her son must not see her like this )

they pulled him out of the door, forced him to release her grasping fingers, took him away, killed her inside—

                “Keep it, don’t let them take it, don’t let them t o u c h it!”

                                                               .

                                                               .

“Mom?”

The wedding rings fell with a clanking noise.

“Ah—yes, Draco?”

“Are you going to Azkaban again today?”

                                                               .

                                       {our song is the raging storm,

                                   the moss devouring your chamber,

ur random fact gets bonus points ngl

also this is very true except mentioning urself in my dislikes ilyyy bb

yeah sex is sekss; love - mīlestība; friendship - draudzība; i'm tired - es esmu nogurusi (for a female)