Newt Scamander Preferences

When Tina Dies

A/N: Suffering with logolepsy. Craving to use "big" words. Enjoy!

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Her murderer was certainly a backpfeifengesicht. She hoped that someone would capture one day discover the truth and deliver a slap across their face. She almost smiled at the possibility of her desire becoming a reality.

As the auburn-haired hellion exited the room, she gazed upon the dining table, eyes focused on the delicate vase of violets, which bloomed out of season. An omen of bad luck, she noted mentally. A fairly pointless piece of knowledge to have but it brought her some comfort, despite her dure situation.

The table itself caused the female to have a nostalgic recollection of times when they had participated in sobremesa. She remember the pleasant times when they had sat and talked after consuming a delicious meal, just talking and enjoying the present company.

As she breathed against her uncomfortable gag, she experienced a dizzying wave of hiraeth- she longed for her home. Closing her eyes, she envisaged the worried gazes of those who loved her when she failed to return home.

She also felt the unmistakable ache of fernweh, for her biggest regret was that she had not travelled enough in life. It was a longing that had stayed with her for years but sadly, she had never stepped out of the city she'd been born and raised in.

She would never have the opportunity to return home or indulge in the luxury of her wanderlust. For soon she would be dead.

It was no secret that she was athazagoraphobic. The fear of being forgotten once she passed on was one that had plagued her since the death of her parents. Such a tragic ending. Life had understandably moved on. At times she wondered if they had ever even existed. Something she hoped those left behind would not think of her.

Thank goodness she was an eternitarian. The belief in an afterlife was the only thought that provided her some comfort in what was going to be the female's final moments.

As she closed her eyes, tears of sadness and fear now dried upon her pale cheeks, the female allowed herself to fall into a state of wabi-sabi. Finally accepting the cycle of life and death. She had lived and now she must die.