 not throwing away my shot | Slytherpuff | roll for initiative | woof you ❤
Alexandre heard the warning to cover their ears just in time and clamped his hands over his ears. For a split second he wasn't sure why he was doing it, exactly. And then the bird did... that. Started... screaming, for lack of a better word. Though it could almost be described as singing? Except he thought screaming was probably a better description if not just because of the sheer volume and intensity of the noise. He stared wide eyed at the bird and just watched. Was it dying? Were they watching a bird die? Alexandre didn't like that, not at all. He felt his eyes grow a bit hot. Was it the moment or the sound that was nearly driving him to tears? Whichever it was, he was determined that he would NOT cry. Because he was fourteen and grown up and might never hear the end of it from some of his more... Gryffindor-inclined yearmates. In any case he decided he did NOT want to see this bird's last moments on this earth so he squeezed his eyes shut. Somebody tell him when it was over. |