originals by LongLiveQueequeg and Rustyfur---------
The footsteps came to an abrupt halt, and in the suffocating silence that preceded the end of a memory, he heard ragged breathing and droplets of liquid slowly falling to stone.
Drip
Drip
Drip
The harsh aroma of daisies mixed with rust hit his nostrils in an acrid wave that made him want to vomit. Nearly a century had passed since he had smelled it last.
Albus bravely spun, already aware of what lay behind him.
1 comment:
oh no... is that Ariana?
I don't want to read this scene.
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