thirteen house


He couldn’t do it himself. He was… the disease had progressed too far. He was flailing. He didn’t have any control over his own body. He pretty much lost control of his mind too, but… every once in a while, he would have a few seconds of lucidity. He turned to me, and he said, “it’s time.” I hooked up the I.V. I used gloves. I knew they’d get me on the drugs, but they couldn’t prove who pushed the plunger. I put in the needle, and he just got quiet.

  • Ravenclaw: *walking to class with Hufflepuff*
  • Black Cat: *Runs across their path*
  • Hufflepuff: Do you think we will have bad luck now? It is Friday the 13th after all
  • Ravenclaw: Nah, there is no such thing as bad luck.
  • Ravenclaw: ...
  • Ravenclaw: Just in case though
  • Ravenclaw: *throws salt over both shoulders*