
"He’s dead. They’re all dead.“
It was something that he tried to keep
buried within him for so long. The war
had ended, but the scars that one
received from it had not faded in the
slightest.
His body folded into himself
as he sat upon the steps outside,
his head tucked into his arms
whilst he listened to the noises
of the outside world.
Time didn’t stop for no one,
and it certainly wouldn’t stop for death.

“I’ve got a question– say y'could be sorted
into any house, no matter what was inside
of you, or what your family’s like– just by
what you like. What would you pick? I mean,
long as it’s anything besides Slytherin.”

“Give me Mcdonalds or give me death.”

[…]
“Preferably the first option.”
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“..’M gettin’ sleepy so that clearly means it’s time to eat. Can’t have sleep without a full belly.”

“Pass me that book over there, will ya?” The ginger sat in the library, one hand in a bag of candy while his vision was focused on a particular sturdy looking novel. “I mean am not gonna’ read it or anythin’, but it’s lookin’ like a real nice pillow right now.”
