|rockstar_badger (rockstar_badger) wrote in wished,|
@ 2010-05-24 21:37:00
|Entry tags:||!1998: 05, !incomplete, alfred cattermole, wayne hopkins|
WHO: Wayne Hopkins & Alfie Cattermole
WHAT: the first wayward badger comes home
WHERE: Hufflepuff Common Room
WHEN: backdated: 19 May, late evening
WARNINGS/RATING: R for cursing and mangled body parts
Red. Red was the color of his dream. Red, orange, yellow. Fire. Heat. The heat of every nerve in his body firing at once, every synapse opening, electricity and heat and sheer pain flowing and flying and stabbing...
His eyes shot open. Each breath was quick and shallow, as if he wanted to take in oxygen but was guarding against what else might be in that air he was breathing. But there was no stench, no foul tang in the air. And his tongue, his mouth, was so dry, as if even drinking the Thames dry wouldn't cure it. He shivered, from pain, from cold, from fear.
He tried to calm his mind, to try to gauge his situation. He was on his back... For the first time in a while. He was on something soft... Again, a missed comfort. Obviously, he wasn't... wherever he had been. His mind was a mud bog...