 Harvey Forsfelle :: Ravenclaw ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
Yes, true. There had been some small amount of fire involved. Boring. Fiendfyre would have been more impressive and grand, no? And Amstern was further correct when she said that it would be helpful to evaluate things of the past. If those observations were put to good use, then current and future plans would only work out for the better. Whatever the reason or reasons for the plan succeeding, and the Stone not falling into the bad guys’ hands, it had all been a good thing. Even if it had only served to delay Voldemort’s inevitable return.
Harvey knew the answer to this question. Even before it had been posed to them, he knew what he would have done. “I’d want to take the Elixir,’’ the Ravenclaw volunteered when the Professor called on him, and not caring if anyone judged him for his choice. “Not because I’m afraid of dying or anything like that. Simply because I’d want to experience life for as long as I can.” The good, the bad, the in between. All that jazz. “But he also has a point.” Harv casually tilted his chin in Nyle’s direction. “One should know the limit, and I know I’d get that vibe when it’s time to stop taking the Elixir.” Because he didn’t want to go on living forever.
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