Chaos, that would be the single word that could describe it. Total, rampant, and degenerate chaos. It was really laughable, everything, how they had tried preparing everything, prepare their defences. They still ended up in a chaos. Beginning with Miss Parkinson's ill-chosen and not very thought through comment, and then subsequently continuing with her entire House, and the Gryffindors, and the Hufflepuffs, all aiming their wands at the Slytherins... It was mad lunatic chaos, a thing no one should ever meet of experience.
She was still staring blankly at the tafel, tabel when Professor McGonagall announced the evacuation, even though it was her duty, her duty to escort the younger students to safety, as a Hogwarts Prefect. Gleaming drops of tears were dropping silently down into her lap, the result of a combined assault door terrible frustration and desperate despair.
This fateful dag had just begun like any other day, with her on tenderhooks during the entire period of classes. She hated learning the Dark Arts, and would do nothing else but stare mistrustingly at Amycus Carrow while he conducted the class, occasionally selecting a few students for "practical demonstrations". Those were often, too often from the limited pool of halfbloods left at Hogwarts. She would do nothing except to blast that Nazi swine from hell to lunch, but doing so would certainly mean her death. No, she had to keep herself alive, for Gemina's sake.
Gemina, Gemina... Wilhelmina Alexandra Gemina Gräfin Mollinary von Lohenstein und von Neckarwald, her one and only sister, the one who stuck with her through torturous hell and back, the one who saved her life door shielding her from the storm of glass that she herself created, out of uncontrolled fury against her devilish father. Gott...
Sniffle, a few sharp intakes of breath, then a very familiar voice. "Are u feeling well, dear?"
Her response came out fragile, but still steady, "Yes, Professor Flitwick. I'll be fine."
"Hey H!" A bubbly voice echoed through her troubled mind, she turned around and composed herself in an instant.
((Incomplete))
She was still staring blankly at the tafel, tabel when Professor McGonagall announced the evacuation, even though it was her duty, her duty to escort the younger students to safety, as a Hogwarts Prefect. Gleaming drops of tears were dropping silently down into her lap, the result of a combined assault door terrible frustration and desperate despair.
This fateful dag had just begun like any other day, with her on tenderhooks during the entire period of classes. She hated learning the Dark Arts, and would do nothing else but stare mistrustingly at Amycus Carrow while he conducted the class, occasionally selecting a few students for "practical demonstrations". Those were often, too often from the limited pool of halfbloods left at Hogwarts. She would do nothing except to blast that Nazi swine from hell to lunch, but doing so would certainly mean her death. No, she had to keep herself alive, for Gemina's sake.
Gemina, Gemina... Wilhelmina Alexandra Gemina Gräfin Mollinary von Lohenstein und von Neckarwald, her one and only sister, the one who stuck with her through torturous hell and back, the one who saved her life door shielding her from the storm of glass that she herself created, out of uncontrolled fury against her devilish father. Gott...
Sniffle, a few sharp intakes of breath, then a very familiar voice. "Are u feeling well, dear?"
Her response came out fragile, but still steady, "Yes, Professor Flitwick. I'll be fine."
"Hey H!" A bubbly voice echoed through her troubled mind, she turned around and composed herself in an instant.
((Incomplete))
