Post by Smaug on Sept 10, 2008 18:01:10 GMT -5
Death
Greenhouse three was in complete disarray: petals lay scattered all about the floor, crunched into the ground by wandering feet; plant pots were upturned and broken with soil spilling in rivers over the floor; shelves were knocked to the ground and into windows so that broken glass crunched underfoot. Pomona Sprout stood in the centre of the mess with tears streaming freely down her cheeks. Strands of her hair were plastered to her face and neck as the rain poured in through the broken windows. Her fists were clenched at her sides in sorrow and in anger, the two emotions vying within her for supremacy. The sorrow had won, but as she cried her tears she was overcome with anger.
There was so much death, so much destruction.
Electricity crackled in the air around her and her eyes flashed dangerously. More glass shattered above her and she crouched down in pain, shielding herself from the flying glass shards. One flew through the air and cut a thin line across her cheek. She wiped the mingled blood and tears away crossly, closing her eyes and cursing against the stinging. Her hands were visibly shaking. She sank back to the ground, her fingers ghosting over the broken flower stems and petals.
She suddenly felt warm arms encompass her, and she turned miserably to bury her face and her tears into Filius’ chest. Tears also escaped Filius’ eyes as he looked at the death around him. His chest tightened with the sadness, the loss of life both here and in the war. The final battle had taken too many lives. He swallowed past the lump in his throat. It was only when faced with such destruction that Pomona had broken. It was sad, and silly really, knowing just a tiny reparable thing could mirror so many horrors and bring pent up fear and a sense of loss to the surface. He could only hold Pomona tighter as he heard one of them give a choked sob; he would never know which of them it was. They had seen far too much death for anyone, he was not sure they would ever cry enough tears for those they had lost. The battle had come and left only destruction behind, both here in her greenhouse and in the lives of those they loved.
Finite
A/N: Because I thought the final battle must have caused a lot of destruction on the grounds, including poor Mona's greenhouses.