 with a side of ketchup Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
Had his answer been dark? Yeah. Morgan knew it was too and he had been well aware of his wording. He hadn’t meant it in a tongue-in-cheek way either, but the image from that recent, eventful Potions class had been playing on a loop in his head ever since, especially in his dreams. And it was just so evidently clear to the fifteen year old just how quickly one can vanish in a ~poof!~ that he couldn’t help himself from answering that way.
And he did not appear to react to Professor Carton’s plea for him to raise his hand because, honestly? Who even cared anymore? He had done his best all term to be on his best behavior (and for this Gryffindor, that was really hard sometimes!!), but he had still been locked up. And for what? Morgan was certain his own days were numbered until he was vanished into smoke along with his best bud. So yeah, Professor Carton, it was really hard for him to care about proper classroom decorum at the moment.
When the professor asked conjuration, Morgan perked up noticeably. Conjuration was his favorite part of transfiguration and he was actually halfway decent at it. He'd been practicing the past couple years and could conjure several things - flowers, butterflies, birds. He and Kale even used to have epic bird battle explosions in the dorm with their conjured birds. Right. Back when the world wasn't ending. He deflated a little again, choosing not to contribute to that question.
But it looked like he wouldn't get let off that easy since apparently they were going to be practicing conjuring birds today. Can't go five minutes without being tormented by some memory apparently. Normally Morgan would have relished such a lesson but today it was painful.
He knew this spell fairly well so he didn't have to think much on it. But he cast from his desk and with a bang, watched a solitary, dopey-looking bird fly circles above him in the air.
__________________ 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 |