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I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, incredulous of the insult I had heard; Albus Dumbldore's name was used in vain. I dared not move anymore than I already had, still considerably uncomfortable, but intent on eavesdropping on the two who had uttered such a sin. "Could you not reconsider, Thaddeus? Your name would be forever tainted by those who worshipped him!" a hushed voice joined the first, seemingly concerned for his friend's safety, or yet, even his sanity. "Does it matter, Cuthbert? I despise a man that... that... DIED simply a way that cannot be forgiven!" The man named Thaddeus stumbled upon his own words. "Thaddeus, you're being

...And then she ran, not knowing if arrows were to fly toward her at any moment. She had dropped her shield, too afraid to turn back and obtain it; she can no longer protect herself. It could only mean one thing: it was her time to fall. She was no longer fit to survive, nor was she deserving of it, cowardly for all it's worth. There is no reason for her not to take the plunge of the sword, for soon... it will come for her. ...And she shall then be slain, no longer able to harm another. No longer able to harm. And when she passes, you may hear her sing. Not that of a tune, but that of a beating heart. A rhythmic pattern like no other.

I winced in pain, for the arrow had penetrated into my back. Yet I did not collapse or even attack. A sense of numbing eased my pain. As I realised that I was his bane. To remove the arrow, would make noises, in which he'd have heard, But I was weary, so I had not stirred. Being well hidden, I left it there, Unknowingly, another had hit me square. Again and again, my back was being pierced. I spun around, an intuition I couldn't have prevented. I ran towards him, repeated every word I heard, My eyes teary and my heart blurred. A growing fear in which I never had, had come true before me, He stabbed it right through. He was bewil

The thing that separates me from the rest is the unspeakable power of my imagination. At the age of two, I was given the gift of perfect speech. At such an early age, to be able to speak so well seemed like a blessing to my parents. It was at the age of six that I began to have my own imaginary friends. My parents thought that it was something normal for an only child to have one and that I'd soon grow out of it. But they were wrong. I was eight when they decided to try out for another child to accompany me. A younger brother? A younger sister? Anything. At least I wouldn't be talking to myself. At last, I was almost nine when my little sis

The snake and panther are fused to generate the ultimate soul and mental physique of its proprietor; myself. I share the bond of the reptile and feline by having the nature of being both cold and warm blooded. Thus, the personality of the mixtures of blood becomes evident in my tolerance towards others. The gentle character of the warm blood represents my kindness; whilst the cold being an apt representation towards my senseless misdemeanours and unkind values. The feline needn’t be curious nor is it careless; it is swift, ambitious and cautious. It does not become a heedless warrior. Instead it remains with me. It absorbs power and kn

I lay wondering of the prospects that could have been. The grass so cold yet a verdant green. Morning dew matting my hair, Trying to rid of nothing but despair. Slowly the sun begins to rise, Initially not taking me by surprise. I lay wondering of the prospects that could have been. If you weren't there, perhaps you would not have seen. I insisted we break apart, In the end I laughed it off despite a broken heart. You were the world to me, Just as I see the world from below this tree. I lay wondering of the prospects that could have been. The sky, the earth and nothing in between. Blood stains my evening wear, I now wished you