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Post by Max on Oct 27, 2014 22:25:15 GMT -5
After the Broadway showing of Halmet had ended, Theo headed out of the theater and turned his way back to his dorms. It was getting late, but he stopped by a book store and bought a new book of poems by Coleridge. Maybe this would give him an idea on the poem he had been stuck working on.
He thought back to a time when his father had found a lighthearted poem he had written on scrap paper and stuck it into his robes. Theo's father looked down at him literally and figuratively. This was two years before he was outed as a Deatheater, two years before he would disown his father.
Noticing how late it was, Theo decided to take a shortcut through Central Park and through a couple alleyways. Theo turned down a sidewalk in Central Park when he felt the ground shake a little beneath him. He looked around at the people around him and they seemed unfazed, but then he looked forward and a large thestral reared at him and breathed into his face.
Theo had always had trouble with thestrals after he saw his mother's death. The only thing Theo hated more than thestrals was his father.
He held his arm between his face and the thestrals snout. It snorted and neighed.
((Open to anyone! Just know that only people who have seen someone die or have embraced death can see thestrals. Aaand thestrals are bony dark looking pegasi with bat-like wings and fangs))
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