→ dennis creevey (soldierfare) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2013-03-20 01:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | dennis creevey, x-parvati patil |
Who: Dennis Creevey & OPEN
What: Late night run, again.
When: Tuesday night/Super early Wednesday morning.
Where: The bridge connecting the town center to the cottages.
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete
Dennis well knew the old saying that things were bound to get worse before they ever got better, but seriously. How much worse could they get? Short of Voldemort himself coming here and sparking up a bloody third war, Dennis was positive the recent happenings here in the village took the cake. In one corner was Lea Moon, Colin's murderer living here amongst them as if she had never raised a hand against anyone. In another corner was Alecto Carrow, torturer of innocent students and sadistic bitch. Then there were the Death Eaters who had been taking up residence in the village for quite some time now and the unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach whenever he thought of the Malfoys. His mind and body were in complete disarray. He woke up feeling sick, he went to bed feeling sick, he barely slept and eating on a stomach so turned around was nearly impossible. He was downing calming draughts and dreamless sleep potions to ensure his brother didn't catch on to just how poorly he was really doing and hoping for the best.
But, really, he was falling apart. He felt almost as awful as he had when he'd been sent to Mungo's the first time. Colin was alive here, but all the gray areas and awkward situations being thrust upon him in this place was sending into a spiral all over again. Most nights found Dennis slipping out at all hours to take in a jog, running until his lungs burned and his legs turned to jelly. And then the chill set in and Dennis walked slowly back to the cottage, relishing the stinging pain of endurance before closing himself up once more. Tonight was no different. Despite the drop in temperature, Dennis was clad in a pair of basketball shorts and a loose, thin t-shirt. His usual thick framed glasses were perched low on his nose as he came to stop the bridge connecting the town from the cottages. Last night had awoke so much in him and Dennis needed this. He had run for longer than he could keep could of. His muscles burned and his skin was slick with sweat. Leaning heavily against the railing, Dennis heaved in breath after breath, closing his eyes and tilting his head back to gasp the air in. His hands grasped and slackened against the railing as he tried to find his center. Focus on the rapid beating of his heart and the pounding of blood in his ears. Think of that and only that. Disappear.