 Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
At this point, Morgan was just going through the motions. He was forced to be in classes which was just barely a reprieve from the room he spent most of his time in with half the school. The Neo Alliance had managed to break his spirit and he wasn't even sure what the point of his day to day was anymore.
As he sat in class, he focused on some nonexistent point at the front of the room as his mind wandered, forgetting what class he was even in today. He vaguely heard the question and was about to offer a half-hearted answer. But that second year beat him to it. Dragons were his favorite, or they had been when he cared enough to have a favorite, and why wouldn't they be? They were awesome. But he didn't need to copy a little girl.
Without raising his hand, he answered in a monotone, almost robotic voice, "A basilisk. They don't even have to do anything. Someone simply looks at them and poof! They're gone."
__________________ started like a knight in a fairytale_______________________________________________
ended like a moth in flames______________________
______________________don't you worry I'll be fine
_________________________________________________you were good for the plot line |