As the weeks at Hogwarts passed, the muggy, warm air began to grow crisp and cold. But there were other changes in the air as well. Tensions rose as word of disappearances and attacks spread throughout the students and professors. The Dark Lord’s presence in the Wizarding World, in the past, had had little effect on the students, more of a passing nightmare than an immediate danger. But that was changing, all too fast.
One morning, James Potter found his way into the great hall, his eyes subconsciously searching for a head of dark red hair, nowhere in sight.
Is it just me or do you look like you’re from whoville(don’t think I spelled that right) you know the grinch people.
I have no idea what submitting does by here goes nothing
((OOC: Omg why does my face look like a Who…. also just the facial expressions here are priceless @actinganimagus))
The young man, being dragged by the collar is screaming, his hair wet from the rain outside the fortess walls. The one-eyed auror, holding back his anger, as he throws the shaking sack of bones into his cell.
Mad Eye: Quit yer barking Jr. Won’t do you any good in here. Yer “dark lord” is gone boy. Now try to not lose all your charming sanity while you turn grey in here, got that Crouch?
The auror, not capable of holding back smacks the young man in the face, rappidly shutting him up. The captor answers this with a glare that could scare even the most hardened of aurors.
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