in times of old, when i was new,
and Hogwarts barely started,
the founders of our noble school
thought never to be parted. united by a common goal, they had the selfsame yearning to make the world’s best magic school and pass along their learning.
“It could have imitated a million life-forms on a million planets. Could change into any one of them at any time. Now it wants life-forms on Earth. It needs to be alone and in close proximity with a life-form to be absorbed. The chameleon strikes in the dark.”
Most of the time I can hide it … but I am angry. I’m mad at everything. I used to be mad at you and Dad, then Lilith, now it’s Lucifer, and I make excuses. I blame Ruby or the demon blood, but it’s not their fault. It’s not them. It’s me. It’s inside me. I’m mad all the time … and I don’t know why.