Ward Rage

Ward Rage
By: Labrys

‘Don't disarrange my circles!’ - Archimedes

I just want to clean. But the thought has left me.

Sugar Dandy. Oh so good as candy.

Bad for teeth.

Rotten, old, moldy teeth. Sockets.

What was a world? But a round object circling around a greater being, known only as the sun. It housed lousy creatures.

Foul. Disgusting.

A fox was a pretty creature. Sleek and cunning. Coyote cunning and scruffy.

To be an eagle. Soar.

Where was lunch? Pea soup? Lamb chops?

Did sheep shrink when it rained? No. Of course not.

Where were the windows? Flowers? Flowers were nice. Pretty. Thorny. Icky.

Hair. My hair is clean. To clean, must - where was that ribbon? Ribbon. Ribbon. Ribbon. What a funny word.

Bedpan. Doorknob. Friday. Incognito. What funny words.

Death. To eat death, that’s what he was. An Eater of Death.

Vol-De-Mort. Worty Volde. Morty Vorte. Someone whispered once.

Whisper. Air. Breath. Ah! The trees and the grass and the flowers and the bees.

The birds and the bees! Oh, what a time.

Time was funny. Tick Tock, it went. Tick Tock. Like a clock. Funny.

Bunnies were disgusting. I find bunnies vile creatures. I like much more the ant. Powerful.

Power. Horses were power. Pretty, smooth, sleek, strong. Like me. Strong.

Draco. Strong. Draco is like a dragon, cunning and strong. Invincible.

Ducks. Gold and green and brown. Shiny.

Lunch? Where was my lunch?

Food. Lots of food, dinner, party, house-elves.

What fun.

Pretty Narcissa. Pretty, pretty Draco. Pretty Severus. Pretty Macnair. Pretty, pretty flowers.

Quidditch. Funny thing, Quidditch. Balls. Ha! Funny. I said balls.

Oranges sound fine, right now. Ripe, orange with a side of apple and peach. Soft, hairy peach.

Dumblebutt was hairy. Lots of hair. Soft and silky and white. Like Merlin. He must’ve been Merlin.

Vol-day-mort. Say it fast, FallNoMore! Ha! Fall! Fall he did!

Potter. Funny boy, angry boy, crying boy. Potter.

Bowls. I’d like some soup.

Soup. Pea soup. Good soup. I’d like some -

“Lucius,” Soft voice. Good.

Stupid. Stupid woman. But nice. She likes to give me food.

“You’re lunch is ready, would you like your food?” Soft smile, soft hair, soft eyes. Nice girl. Must look nice naked. Slim.

“Of course you do,”

Hot food. Soup! It’s even pea soup, someone up stairs must be listening.

“Your son will be visiting in an hour, so hurry and eat. You must want to look good for your son.”

Son. Forgotten. Blonde. Sharp. Pointed nose. Funny looking. Just like me, funny looking. Too blonde.

“We’ll show him your picture.”

Oh, my picture. Hills. Suns. Skies. Squids. Food. Pretty. Flowers.

Flowers are funny things, sharp and pretty. Some smell bad.

FallNoMore smelled bad. Like puce. Ick.

“I’m sure he’ll be proud,”

Proud? Draco is a proud boy. Though a little skinny with a girlie voice. Perhaps he likes boys.

Boys. Girls are better. Prettier. Except for me. I’m pretty.

“Hurry and eat Lucius, before it becomes cold.”

Closed door. Nice girl has left me like every one else. Where were my flowers?

Blue. Blue is such a nice color. Cold.