 Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
She had made the professor cry. Unsurprising. She made herself cry too. But wait!!! They were doing something cool! "Really? we get to sweep? No getting hurt? Cool." Ash got immediately to sweeping the grounds. She imagined that it was all okay, and she was sweeping her house or something. SHe muttered some stuff as she worked. "Do do do. I'm not dying today. Too bad, so sad. Take that." They thought this was a chore. Ash thought this was 500 times better than anything else they would have thought of. While she swept, she contemplated the meaning of life. And she also thought about the last things she had ever said to her muggle friends, and then she cried about it. Silently. Not about the 'chore'. About her own deep thoughts. Life was short, apparently. And she couldn't let it end with her hating on herself. She sidled up to the professor. "Didn't mean to make you cry sir. I don't want you to die. I also don't want me to die, if that's helpful." |