Shatter

Shatter (1/?)

Quivering. Crouching, shrinking, shaking. Please...Please.

An explosion of crimson heat.

“Mr. Thomas, please take a seat. Are you aware of why I wanted to speak with you?”

Blackness sinks in.

"I’m not sure, sir. Does this have something to do with my Mediwizard project?”

“It does indeed. Madam Pomfrey told me you’d mentioned an interest in healing minds as well as bodies.”

“Yes, sir.”

"Well, young man, we may have just the case for you.”

His Hands on my shoulders. His Fingernails in my cheek. His Face looming over me and receding, spinning, sickening.

“A real case, sir? Here at Hogwarts?”

“Yes, Mr. Thomas, here at Hogwarts. One of your schoolmates, in fact.”

Stand up, bitch, you stupid cunt. Get up. I’m not finished with you.

“Oh.” Pause. “A Gryffindor, sir?”

“No.”

Sharp, sudden pain in my jaw. Dull ache in my stomach. This moment is everything; a microcosm of life. Now the darkness spirals towards me, always out of reach. Please.

“No, she’s a student from Slytherin House.”