I tried to be p.e.r.f.e.c.t
But nothing was worth it
I don't believe it makes me real
I thought it'd be easy
But no one believes me
I meant all the things I said This place is so empty
My thoughts are so tempting
I don't know how it got so bad
Sometimes it's so crazy
But nothing can save me
But it's the only thing that I have
π―ominic πΈontague
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Sixth Year Vice-Captain, π
eater
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βWhere the hell is everyone?β He wondered, eyes wrinkling with concern as his brows furrowed deep. His beanie was covered over his ears, so in the distance, he only barely heard a faint roar that he assumed was just a crowd of people distracted by some spectacle or another. He had heard music and singing earlier when he passed by the bonfire to get to where the quidditch pitch was, but, not a single person was out on the field, not a single damn person! Not even in the stands! He was getting bored, impatient, and hasty. Gracie had told him sheβd be here, that sheβd watch him playβ¦.
But where was she?
Where was everyone?
He sighed. Dominic glanced at his broom and gently placed it on the ground. βUp!β He commanded and saddled in on his broom in one fell swoop. The Nimbus 2001 soared off with a powerful gust of wind left in his wake as he soared high above the field and gazed out into the rolling fields, the apple orchard, pumpkin patch and everything in between. He saw the flickering flames of the bonfire, and red refracted the light. He squinted leaned closer, and realized what it was, blood. A horrified look sank in his features when he realized that that fair roar had been cries for help, shouts of panic and painβand heβd been oblivious to it all. He almost threw up, right then and there in the air. He felt it bubbling up his throat and had to swallow it back down as he raced forward, the cold winds splitting in his face, there had to be someone he knew he could help, Gracie had to be here. She always wasβ¦.
[Move Scene to Apple Orchard]]βββββββββββββββββββββHeight: 5β7β β£ Weight: 163lbs β£ Age: 16 Quidditch Pitch flying to the rescue (sort of) autumn βββββββββββββββββββββ
I tried to be perfect it just wasn't worth itβ¦............ ............. ................... ...................... .................................... ........... ........
Nothing could ever be so wrongβ¦............... ................... ..............
It's hard to believe me, it never gets easy
β¦...................... ............... .................... ................ ....I guess I knew that all along
................................................... ....... .... .............. .............................................β¦That Iβm better off on my own