Post by Barty Crouch Jr. on May 6, 2007 16:41:59 GMT -5
Barty stormed down the corridor, sending things flying as he went. He lashed his wand out at anything that got in his way. He didn't stop when he bumped into people and even knocked a group of first years to the ground. Behind him paintings were shooting off their hooks despite their desperate screams for him to stop.
He knew he would be punished big time for this but right now he really couldn't care less. If he wanted to be angry then he bloodly hell would be angry! Damn the consequences! He rounded the corner and opened the first door that came his way, which happened to be the Muggle Studies classroom. He slammed it shut and proceded to continue his bad mood inside. He kicked down the teacher's desk, sending unmarked papers everywhere. Next he moved onto the closest of the table and flung that. It crashed into another and made a loud clatter.
Barty leant against the wall behind him and slid slowly down it. He closed his eyes tightly shut but even that couldn't stop the tear from dripping down his cheek. He burried his head deep within his hands to muffle the racking sobs that were taking over his whole body.
The door to his sanctuary opened and Barty quickly wiped his wet face on one of his sleeves but nothing could mask his puffy eyes and pained expression. He looked up at the tresspasser though he could only make out part of their face illuminated by the light outside, due to the darkness of the room they were in. "What do you want?" he choked out, not sounding nearly as threatening as he'd wished.
He knew he would be punished big time for this but right now he really couldn't care less. If he wanted to be angry then he bloodly hell would be angry! Damn the consequences! He rounded the corner and opened the first door that came his way, which happened to be the Muggle Studies classroom. He slammed it shut and proceded to continue his bad mood inside. He kicked down the teacher's desk, sending unmarked papers everywhere. Next he moved onto the closest of the table and flung that. It crashed into another and made a loud clatter.
Barty leant against the wall behind him and slid slowly down it. He closed his eyes tightly shut but even that couldn't stop the tear from dripping down his cheek. He burried his head deep within his hands to muffle the racking sobs that were taking over his whole body.
The door to his sanctuary opened and Barty quickly wiped his wet face on one of his sleeves but nothing could mask his puffy eyes and pained expression. He looked up at the tresspasser though he could only make out part of their face illuminated by the light outside, due to the darkness of the room they were in. "What do you want?" he choked out, not sounding nearly as threatening as he'd wished.
