Who: Dennis and Open When: Wednesday Afternoon Where: Courtyard What: Dennis Broods
He was pretty sure he was losing his grip on reality. Lately he was having horrible dreams. Horrible but wonderful. He wanted to hurt people. Pureblooded people. The kind of people who went around thinking they were oh so superior just because their mother fucked her brother and spawned pure little magical babies.
He was so upset he was trembling as he walked to the courtyard. He needed to calm down. He knew he needed to, before he did something really crazy. He had his journal tightly in one hand and his wand tightly in the other. If anyone tried anything he was going to ... no. He wasn't going to hurt anyone so long as he was here, in Hogwarts. But he knew what he wanted to do when he graduated. After they taught him how to harm he was going to go out and personally hunt down every single Death Eater, and then every pureblooded creature after that.
But he had to calm down.
He couldn't do that now. He couldn't act yet. He wasn't strong enough. He wasn't a good enough wizard. He had to stay here and he had to learn how to be better, and stronger.