Post by Claire Turner on Jun 30, 2007 14:21:41 GMT
Claire walks unbothered by her surroundings down a hall in Azkaban, past cells and cells of prisoners.
Azkaban was the home of secrets.
They festered in the minds of the innocent and the guilty alike, torturing them.
It was a good place to come to practice.
She stops by the bars of a cell, pausing, listening, then she can hear the panicked voice of the occupant inside her head, I never meant it to go that far...I never meant to kill them...they shouldn't have been in my way...I never meant it to go that far...I never meant to kill them...
Claire moves on to the next cell, a calmer inner voice this time, one that has come to terms with what they have done.
Claire had always been a strong reader, she could hear secrets, thoughts, feel the weight of conscience sometimes.
And what better place to go to practice than Azkaban?
Azkaban was the home of secrets.
They festered in the minds of the innocent and the guilty alike, torturing them.
It was a good place to come to practice.
She stops by the bars of a cell, pausing, listening, then she can hear the panicked voice of the occupant inside her head, I never meant it to go that far...I never meant to kill them...they shouldn't have been in my way...I never meant it to go that far...I never meant to kill them...
Claire moves on to the next cell, a calmer inner voice this time, one that has come to terms with what they have done.
Claire had always been a strong reader, she could hear secrets, thoughts, feel the weight of conscience sometimes.
And what better place to go to practice than Azkaban?
