Stephen Cornfoot (supstephen) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2016-07-21 13:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1999 july, stephen cornfoot |
Who: Stephen Cornfoot
What: The culmination of an inner battle
Where: The grassmaze in Cornfoot manor (yeah! They have a grassmaze! Rich people eh?)
When: Thursday evening
Rating: Worrying
How had he gotten here? Stephen looked around at the hedge maze as if seeing it for the first time. He didn’t remember deciding to enter it. He didn’t remember what had spurred him towards the centre where the fountain lay. He remembered walking the path but… almost like a dream. There was a delicious summer heat in the air, but he couldn't seem to feel it. He shivered almost uncontrollably. His mother had said it was a fever, some sort of sickness, though the healer couldn't place it. He'd been drinking potions all week waiting for it to go away but it hadn't. He was so cold. He craved warmth so much at this point he’d honestly considered plunging his hands into boiling water. He’d banished Daphne from his room, pretending that he was afraid she would catch whatever plagued him, though really he was terrified she might notice how wrong he felt. He’d been distant with her before, but now he refused to look her in the eye lest she see the words that sometimes whispered through his mind. Stephen’s breath had clouded out in front of him as if it were winter. He blinked in surprise, wondering if he had truly become so cold he was starting to radiate it. He glanced at the pool and noticed small slivers of ice forming at the edge of the water. “What-“ Was all he managed to say before he sensed it - the remaining slivers of hope and happiness draining from his body. He felt as if he would never feel joy again, as if there was nothing left worth living for. Stephen turned and found a Dementor hanging in the air behind him. He pulled his wand from his pocket, but his freezing fingers fumbled with it and it fell from his grasp. It was pointless. He knew he wouldn’t be able to summon a Patronus. He knew there was no hope for him. He’d lost Anthony. He lost Daphne. He’d lost any semblance of respect from his peers. He’d lost any chance of Michael ever loving him. Stephen sank to his knees and gave in to the sorrow as it washed over him, reminding him of every terrible moment in his life. |