Ernest (Ernie/Ern) Macmillan (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ernsthename) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} pandorarpg, |
"Please don't. It's the last thing I would want to worry her with. Especially if she thinks it'd happen." It was bad as it was already, but this was the worst possible situation that he could've dreamt of envisioning.
He looked away as if to look at a report on his desk as he didn't wan't to see Justin's reaction right away, nor did he want Justin to see how he was saying it. He took another deep breath and just spoke quickly as if it were all just bursting forth from him. "I dreamt I was being tortured--being flayed alive by someone I couldn't quite see. It was a witch somewhere in the shadows, and she was smiling, and I couldn't get away, no matter what I did, there was blood everywhere. We've been through You-Know-Who. And I've worked for almost five years for the Department, but I've never seen anything as gruesome." His voice shook towards the end of his recitation of the facts, and he was shaking at the mere memory of it. It was that real.