Post by EDGAR HAMILTON on May 2, 2012 20:53:13 GMT -5
Graveyards.
The very word usually sends people running away or to them. Most go at night to scare their friends, or to see who could last the longest at night. Edgar, well he had more respect for the dead than most, in fact he was a frequent visitor, loving the peace and quiet it brought him.
Walking up the narrow path, dodging tree branches here and there, Edgar reached into his pocket and put a cigarette in his mouth while searching his other pocket for the lighter. He knew it was a nasty habit, one that Allison had been beginning him to quite for a while now, but he wouldn't listen. It was the only thing, he found, that could calm him down after a vision.
Once he was in the clearing away from all the trees, he lit the cigarette and took a hit, a sense of calm over took him as he starred at Dumbledores Grave, his eyes grazing over the dates. Some probably wonder what it was like to be Albus Dumbledore, Edgar wasn't like most people, he knew. When he was in his third year he found this place, and the moment he read the headmasters name and looked at the picture of him on the grave he was hit with visions of the last moments of his life. Once he came out of it a sense of sadness over took him and he cried for hours. He hasn't cried that hard, or that much sense.
Edgar turned around, feeling that he wasn't alone, and saw Daniel Mason, his sisters, and his, best friend walking up the hill to the clearing. Smiling Edgar took another hit raising his hand and waved him over.
“Hey Daniel what are you doing here?” Edgar asked.
The very word usually sends people running away or to them. Most go at night to scare their friends, or to see who could last the longest at night. Edgar, well he had more respect for the dead than most, in fact he was a frequent visitor, loving the peace and quiet it brought him.
Walking up the narrow path, dodging tree branches here and there, Edgar reached into his pocket and put a cigarette in his mouth while searching his other pocket for the lighter. He knew it was a nasty habit, one that Allison had been beginning him to quite for a while now, but he wouldn't listen. It was the only thing, he found, that could calm him down after a vision.
Once he was in the clearing away from all the trees, he lit the cigarette and took a hit, a sense of calm over took him as he starred at Dumbledores Grave, his eyes grazing over the dates. Some probably wonder what it was like to be Albus Dumbledore, Edgar wasn't like most people, he knew. When he was in his third year he found this place, and the moment he read the headmasters name and looked at the picture of him on the grave he was hit with visions of the last moments of his life. Once he came out of it a sense of sadness over took him and he cried for hours. He hasn't cried that hard, or that much sense.
Edgar turned around, feeling that he wasn't alone, and saw Daniel Mason, his sisters, and his, best friend walking up the hill to the clearing. Smiling Edgar took another hit raising his hand and waved him over.
“Hey Daniel what are you doing here?” Edgar asked.
