 Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
"Mmm." Ash scribbled the professor's words down so that they'd stand out in her memory. "Does that matter if you're trying to figure out how good or bad someone's actions are, I mean?" And he couldn't tell her that that good and bad were 'subjective', torture was always wrong(no matter the circumstances). Well? Did it?
She turned back to the activity, choosing to draw instead of collaborating with someone. She already knew what she wanted to draw. Death. There was Young Regulus sitting slumped next to Sirius, cold white hands tugging on his feet as her held onto his brother. Sirius holding onto his brother as he fell over backwards in his chair... into a weird void thing. Bellatrix Lestrange, drinking tea as she disintegrated like in that one superhero movie. Super old versions of Andromeda and Narcissa feeding small children in the background. Yeah, it would be a weird drawing, not at all meant to be realistic. It was almost like one of Ash's dreams. She got to work. |