𝐎, 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 ⎥ "He wants a fight with
a God? I'll give him one."
﹙ from stardust we came, to stardust we return ﹚
Prisoner of Azkaban - Deathly Hollows
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𝐌𝐑. 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐌𝐀𝐍
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( HOW DID YOU SURVIVE? ) they ask.
how much did they have you bleed; how long did they make you suffer; how long did they force you down; how dark did they tint your dreams?
—until you had their blood glistening on your teeth; —until your suffering paled in comparison to their own; —until it was their heads pinned under your boot; —until you learned to enjoy the sounds of screams.
( I DIDN'T ) you reply.
— to defeat monsters: become the greater monster | m.a.w.
𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐃 no hope for Elara. The days and grew longer and bleeker as each rise of the sun brought nothing but torture and dullness. Whenever she was awake, Elara would endlessly run over the words of Aunt Cissa in her head, trying to make sense of what she'd heard. First, it was these 'Constellations' that Dumbledore had mentioned. Then, that Elara's only purpose was to die in this cruel war. And then this woman Narcissa had seen in the halls. . . . it all made no sense.
The cell was quiet.
Dean, Jane, and Luna had seemingly given up on making Elara smile. Rarely were there more than two words uttered in conversation from any of them. They heard nothing except for yelling upstairs. Elara didn't know and frankly didn't care what they screaming on about. Whatever it was had no importance to her.
