"Who else is here?" Draco asked as he approached Dumbledore from afar, his wand drawn outward, "I heard anda talking."
"I often talk aloud to myself." Dumbledore told him, "I find it extraordinarily useful. That which sounds sane at a whisper can seem utterly mad when berkata for all the world to hear. Haven't been whispering to yourself, have you, Draco?"
Draco looked at Dumbledore with uneasiness in his eyes as beads of sweat formed above his brow.
"You are not an assassin, Draco." Dumbledore told him with a calm sigh.
"How do anda know what I am?" Draco spat at him, "I've done things that...
Hermione Granger ran down the streets of a dirty South American city dodging carts and people as fast as she could. She had been spotted sejak suspected Death eaters who she was supposed to be keeping an eye on. Her long brown hair flew behind her as she ran panting and trying to catch her breath. She saw an out of the way pub and darted inside the door heading for the ladies room. She threw the barkeep some emas and he nodded before she shut the bathroom door behind her. A wave of her wand locked the door and she kept her ear close so she could hear any outside conversation.
I won't let anda fly, I won't say goodbye, I won't let anda slip away from me. Can anda hear heaven cry, the tears of an angel.
-Tears of an Angel, RyanDan
A menacing lurid sky, permeated with gruesome, twisting somber clouds cast eerie figures across the charcoal depths of the Black Lake. The creatures of the Forbidden Forest lay dormant in the Supernatural trees, the murky haze of the atmosphere frightening even the most heinous of monsters. Threatening clouds choked any light from illuminating the magnificent stone turrets of Hogwarts School. Students sat chilled and cold in their common rooms,...