hphalloween_mod (hphalloween_mod) wrote in hp_halloween, @ 2006-10-31 18:08:00 |
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Original poster: mchoneygoose
Gift for: wiccarowan
Author: florahart
Warning: not a cheerful drabble
Rating: PG-13
"We aren't entirely sure what to do with either of them," the doctor
began. She shook her head and indicated the window. "They're both
silent. This one prefers the solitude of this …closet; social
interactions have gone …badly. And if you look over here, this one,
too, sits alone, though never in a cramped space." She paused. "Of
course we don't keep calendars here, but this happens every year on
this day alone. The supplies are always there, but this is the only
day they use them."
Hermione stood for a long time, watching through one window, then the
other. "What happens when you put them together?" she asked at last.
"We've only done twice. They fought, silently--"
"And you couldn't reach them to stop them," Hermione guessed. "They
have a history."
The doctor nodded. "And then they sat, curled together, until we moved them."
"May I stay for a time?"
"Of course." The doctor retreated, leaving Hermione to watch. To her
right, Severus Snape sat hunched, angry, furiously sketching page
after page of bats and black cats and wavering ghosts. To her left,
Harry drew the same scenes on his walls in colorful paint, stabbing
with the brush, scowling.