Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2014 6:22:35 GMT -5
"Hell's bells! These are inhumane, really, that bully, Grimp!"
With a heavy sigh of exasperation, Teo sorted through his N.E.W.T. Defence Against the Dark Arts assignments, a spewing stack of books, scrolls and parchment on the roughened wood blocking his familiar, amiable figure from view.
Whistling a thin tone, he wished that he was much more resourceful, or that he had someone smarter to help him manage the mess thrown out before his eyes. He was an expert about all things nature, all right, like fixing up his own desks or benches from unused timber, or knowing when the sky would rain, when it would shine; or whether the moon would come out full at night.
But these?
The topmost scroll was spotless, except for these written words:
Hell's bells sounded about right.
He lifted up his chestnut gaze, squinting longingly at the bright sun, its blond lights barely diffusing warmth through the rolling clouds, onto the clearing where he was sitting; onto the Forbidden Forest, the sun-silvered Lake and behind him, the school castle. He did not fancy the turrets and hallways as much as the great vista, as cold as the current weather was before spring would break into its fuzzy songs, his peace had always been founded out in the open space. Raising his eyebrows, he finally looked down at his homework, reluctantly, wishing for a painless afternoon.
With a heavy sigh of exasperation, Teo sorted through his N.E.W.T. Defence Against the Dark Arts assignments, a spewing stack of books, scrolls and parchment on the roughened wood blocking his familiar, amiable figure from view.
Whistling a thin tone, he wished that he was much more resourceful, or that he had someone smarter to help him manage the mess thrown out before his eyes. He was an expert about all things nature, all right, like fixing up his own desks or benches from unused timber, or knowing when the sky would rain, when it would shine; or whether the moon would come out full at night.
But these?
The topmost scroll was spotless, except for these written words:
Assess the said rituals of necromancy, and compare the debatable differences between zombies and Inferi.
He lifted up his chestnut gaze, squinting longingly at the bright sun, its blond lights barely diffusing warmth through the rolling clouds, onto the clearing where he was sitting; onto the Forbidden Forest, the sun-silvered Lake and behind him, the school castle. He did not fancy the turrets and hallways as much as the great vista, as cold as the current weather was before spring would break into its fuzzy songs, his peace had always been founded out in the open space. Raising his eyebrows, he finally looked down at his homework, reluctantly, wishing for a painless afternoon.
000 WORDS
he doesn't bite!
THANK YOU MALIA TATE FROM ADOXOGRAPHY
