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Avari (He/Him) is a pure-blood wizard. He wields a member of the unsorted masses of Hogwarts students just off the train eagerly crowding around the Sorting Hat.
About Me
Such an ugly smirk,
Lacking the right teeth,
I am your forever flaw,
Straining from underneath.
The last soon forgotten,
You must still give in.
Hands gripping strongly,
The not so deadly sin.
Stranded smiles in photographs,
A million miles away.
I am the fingers on your spine,
To make your morals sway.
Following hungry eyes,
Your smile still lacking.
I am the pale reflection,
As the mirror is cracking.
Death is a mercy one shall not receive easily me.
Why would I kill someone, when making their life my own version of hell is so much more entertaining? I take what they hold closest and crush it between my fingers. Choke the faith out of them, until all that remains is dread. When they finally reach the point of breaking, I will share some hope with them. Remind them of how things were, how things could return to being that way. I'll show them the people they once cared about, and remind them of their happiest moments.
When the light begins to shine once more in those tear worn eyes, I will whisper the words they dread the most.
Once upon a time, you were happy.
Now all that is left in your life is one thing.
Not friends.
Nor family.
Just one small thing.
Pain.
Lacking the right teeth,
I am your forever flaw,
Straining from underneath.
The last soon forgotten,
You must still give in.
Hands gripping strongly,
The not so deadly sin.
Stranded smiles in photographs,
A million miles away.
I am the fingers on your spine,
To make your morals sway.
Following hungry eyes,
Your smile still lacking.
I am the pale reflection,
As the mirror is cracking.
Death is a mercy one shall not receive easily me.
Why would I kill someone, when making their life my own version of hell is so much more entertaining? I take what they hold closest and crush it between my fingers. Choke the faith out of them, until all that remains is dread. When they finally reach the point of breaking, I will share some hope with them. Remind them of how things were, how things could return to being that way. I'll show them the people they once cared about, and remind them of their happiest moments.
When the light begins to shine once more in those tear worn eyes, I will whisper the words they dread the most.
Once upon a time, you were happy.
Now all that is left in your life is one thing.
Not friends.
Nor family.
Just one small thing.
Pain.
