#whyamidoingthis

Ok that is a CRAZY title, I know, but hear me out okay-

So a while back I was chatting with friends and we found out about how eels reproduce. (If you dont know, basically they swim to this sort of giant spawn camp, have babies and then die.)

And then I was like damn.. Y'KNOW THAT WOULD MAKE A GOOD TWIST ANGST FIC-

(I sound genuinely insane I know-)

So I wrote a few short paragraphs about it from Azul's point of view

Thing is, this applies to a certain type of eel, and the tweels arent that type.

BUT the idea was too good to pass up so for the sake of the story we'll pretend it applies to all eels or smth-

Okay I'M PASTING IT HERE GOOD LUCK HAVE FUN and uhh dont be too hard on me this is my first time posting smth I write ;w;

(Who the hell is reading this anyways-)

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"Eels have the intrepid task of retracing their paths from decades earlier, and swimming all the way back to where they were born. After reproducing, they die. And the cycle begins anew."

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Waves wash over the sand, while the wind subtlely brushes through the trees on a peaceful winter morning.

The sun is brighter than it's ever been, a little too blinding for Azul. He blocks it with his hand to stare at the sea for a little longer, light softly creeping through the cracks between his fingers.

Its such a lovely, fine day. But is this really how it's meant to be?

The water is so clear that it's almost crystal, like the tears slowly coming down from Azul's face.

On a perfect morning, a sudden hole appeared in his heart. On this warm day that's too hard to appreciate, his closest companions have followed the water currents to their deaths.

Its almost sickening how calm everything is, almost as if mother nature couldnt help but mock Azul's pain.

'Perhaps its what I deserve'. He thought to himself.

"Was I too cruel to the people around me?

When I made those requirements that were too impossible to fulfill? When I took advantage of those who were vulnerable?"

He scoured every inch of his mind for an answer. Hoping to find some rhyme or reason behind fate's unwarranted contract. Any words that could easily be mistaken, any loopholes that could be found within the letters.

Its as if time fell completely still. The bright and sunny day refusing to move on, the clear blue sky laughing at his face, basking in his karmic retribution for as long as it could.

And then, like someone flipping a switch, everything went on like normal. Classes continued. Students bickered. Papers were signed. But it all felt so.. trivial.

What good could Azul feel, if something felt missing during every moment?

There was a type of silence in rooms that was never filled, even as students began to come in. A sort of pitiful feeling, thinking someone is behind you and not finding them there.

Everywhere he turned, every place he went.

No sign of chaos, or banter. Not even the slightest trace of what they left behind.

Azul may have 3 hearts, but it felt as if two completely went out that day.

Nothing could turn back time. And it certainly couldnt let him escape this feeling.

Writing on his desk late at night, he could hear the sound of the clock ticking down the hall. A cold air lurked around in the night-time silence, the only other sound managing to come through being the scribbles on his papers.

He had to stop himself, because soon his words became too sloppy and he couldnt see what sentence he was on.

His head was aching, spinning him around and around on this endless search for this godforsaken answer, when he doesnt even know where to begin.

The silence in the room became too overbearing, when nothing but that ticking sound filled his ears.

Tick.

Tock.

He hasnt felt this way in a long time.

This feeling of being completely and utterly

To my Sussy Sister Annie,

You are the living, breathing version of our school motto. YOU. ARE. A. MAGGOT.

I don’t know if it’s because I have a soft spot for playing with hair in general or because probably nobody else ever did, except for servants, since her mother left... 😭

And now I’m wondering if Patricia ever played with Dimitri’s hair and ended up styling them in a feminine way, because she was lost in her thoughts and she missed her daughter. Then she had to undo it and laughed it off, but with a bitter smile. 😭😭 Maybe that’s why his hair was so perfect as a child and becomes messier and messier with time.

Harry: Okay

Ginny: ready? 1,2,3-

Ginny: Harry Potter!

Harry: Draco Malfoy!

Ginny: what