19 Mar 2023, 13:14
I Can Still Recall Our Last Summer
Memories came flooding back in. He remembered, Aurora. Busting him. Busting his chops. It was complete bullshit. But he had to return, to the squawking hellhole of the castle.
The manipulative lies that this castle had to behold. The deciphering truth, that you likely never would’ve had to find-in a heartbreaking life that some may lead here. There were tons of deaths in the Hogwarts castle, tons were dead students. And he would be here just to drag on the chaos.
Inside, busted in the doorway. This created a loud thud as it fell onto the ground, he took a look around the room, and saw some empty cages, and, without in mind, eat, threw it all over the room, even proceeded to bust one of them. The cages that had owls in them – nor were empty- led to Clark, opening the cages and letting the owls be free. He tried to make it look like a room that was littered with trash, with feathers everywhere with sawdust, the smell, which would get to you. And that was all mighty task of happiness.
He felt like he didn’t need to call any more attention to him, as the loud noises of what was going on in the owlery, as it was enough to attract unwanted attention. So that being said, he took out the last hand written note from him, and put it on the fallen door. And he darted out of the room, attempting to hide where it might be safe.
The manipulative lies that this castle had to behold. The deciphering truth, that you likely never would’ve had to find-in a heartbreaking life that some may lead here. There were tons of deaths in the Hogwarts castle, tons were dead students. And he would be here just to drag on the chaos.
Inside, busted in the doorway. This created a loud thud as it fell onto the ground, he took a look around the room, and saw some empty cages, and, without in mind, eat, threw it all over the room, even proceeded to bust one of them. The cages that had owls in them – nor were empty- led to Clark, opening the cages and letting the owls be free. He tried to make it look like a room that was littered with trash, with feathers everywhere with sawdust, the smell, which would get to you. And that was all mighty task of happiness.
He felt like he didn’t need to call any more attention to him, as the loud noises of what was going on in the owlery, as it was enough to attract unwanted attention. So that being said, he took out the last hand written note from him, and put it on the fallen door. And he darted out of the room, attempting to hide where it might be safe.
contents of the letter: revoked.
Continuation from here: Goodbye Yellow Brick Road, Where The Dogs of Society Howl
Thread Tracker: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
Handwritten Letter: "Aevyr wait, Avery, no that's not right. Aviry. Whatever. Meet me March 20th on the Astronomy Tower."
Tagging: @Avery Leveret @Solomon Lear
Note: Clark has left the thread, but feel free to interface. This is only the fifth top on his voyage for finding Avery. Feel free to lightly godmod Clark leaving/yelling/spotting him leaving the letter,
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