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Who: Eddie Carmichael
Where: the Room of Requirements, Hogwarts
When: sometime...
What: angst?
Why: cuz...
It wasn't true. It couldn't be true. He had been with her, right next to her, a bright smile on her beautiful face, a face framed by brilliant golden ringlets. He could see it in his mind's eye. The way her curls bounced when she tossed her head about as she laughed, the way her green eyes sparkled as she smiled. 'NO!' he thought to himself. He had hidden himself away in the Room of Requirements; ever since Harry had invited Bridget and Alex into the DA, Alex had of course invited him along and he'd been made aware of the secret room's existence. He couldn't stand it anymore, the looks that people were giving him, the pats of comfort on his back. He couldn't stand the feel of someone trying to comfort him, as any kind of nicety reminded him of her.
They had been in Hogsmeade when it happened. All he could remember was that brilliant flash of light and then her body had slumped lifelessly against his. He had been that close and he hadn't been able to save her. With wide eyes he turned to her, holding the motionless body against his, calling her name, he had yanked his wand from its holster on his wrist from under the sleeve of his jumper, screaming hexes at the masked figures, throwing his fury into each hex. It hadn't done much, as his aim was off and his extreme emotion was making his magic erratic. He watched as his spells hit rooftops, corner sidewalks, shop signs. His fellow students began rushing to his side, offering comforting words and friendly shoulder rubs. He couldn't take it anymore. Even after the last of the dark-robed figures had Disapparated from the street, the dark-haired boy was running the entire way back to Hogwarts, running into the castle and not looking back, even when he heard the shouts of his name behind him. He kept running until he had reached the seventh floor, until he had reached the corridor where the door would appear, a door that he would open to reveal a small room.
The walls of the room were covered with bookshelves, and on one side sat a thick, plush couch covered in a dark royal blue velvet, with soft cushions and pillows to match. It was there on that couch where he sat curled in a ball, tears streaming down his face, his eyes squeezed shut trying to keep the tears from flowing, trying to keep the image of her lifeless body from invading his mind. He sat clutching the light blue pillow, the colour of blue that matched the blue of a robin's egg, the pillow that Alex had held time and time again when they had snuck into the room to cuddle together, to read to each other and to discuss the different works that she had introduced to him over the months of their relationship.
His tears continued to flow as he opened his eyes. They were blood-shot, and he could feel them stinging from the new air that hit them when his eyelids raised. 'The bastards!' He cursed them silently, vowing to one day avenge her murder.
Where: the Room of Requirements, Hogwarts
When: sometime...
What: angst?
Why: cuz...
It wasn't true. It couldn't be true. He had been with her, right next to her, a bright smile on her beautiful face, a face framed by brilliant golden ringlets. He could see it in his mind's eye. The way her curls bounced when she tossed her head about as she laughed, the way her green eyes sparkled as she smiled. 'NO!' he thought to himself. He had hidden himself away in the Room of Requirements; ever since Harry had invited Bridget and Alex into the DA, Alex had of course invited him along and he'd been made aware of the secret room's existence. He couldn't stand it anymore, the looks that people were giving him, the pats of comfort on his back. He couldn't stand the feel of someone trying to comfort him, as any kind of nicety reminded him of her.
They had been in Hogsmeade when it happened. All he could remember was that brilliant flash of light and then her body had slumped lifelessly against his. He had been that close and he hadn't been able to save her. With wide eyes he turned to her, holding the motionless body against his, calling her name, he had yanked his wand from its holster on his wrist from under the sleeve of his jumper, screaming hexes at the masked figures, throwing his fury into each hex. It hadn't done much, as his aim was off and his extreme emotion was making his magic erratic. He watched as his spells hit rooftops, corner sidewalks, shop signs. His fellow students began rushing to his side, offering comforting words and friendly shoulder rubs. He couldn't take it anymore. Even after the last of the dark-robed figures had Disapparated from the street, the dark-haired boy was running the entire way back to Hogwarts, running into the castle and not looking back, even when he heard the shouts of his name behind him. He kept running until he had reached the seventh floor, until he had reached the corridor where the door would appear, a door that he would open to reveal a small room.
The walls of the room were covered with bookshelves, and on one side sat a thick, plush couch covered in a dark royal blue velvet, with soft cushions and pillows to match. It was there on that couch where he sat curled in a ball, tears streaming down his face, his eyes squeezed shut trying to keep the tears from flowing, trying to keep the image of her lifeless body from invading his mind. He sat clutching the light blue pillow, the colour of blue that matched the blue of a robin's egg, the pillow that Alex had held time and time again when they had snuck into the room to cuddle together, to read to each other and to discuss the different works that she had introduced to him over the months of their relationship.
His tears continued to flow as he opened his eyes. They were blood-shot, and he could feel them stinging from the new air that hit them when his eyelids raised. 'The bastards!' He cursed them silently, vowing to one day avenge her murder.
