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Eliss Holt
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Not a happy one D:
Dropping a big pack of hay into a rack of the stable, Hagrid wiped his eyes with his messy sleeve. The main reason the wild, tough-seeming groundkeeper was sobbing alone was the terrible events happened surrounding Hogwarts. As if the attacks on Hogsmeade were not enough. He had always been so certain on the children’s safety in the castle, within the great ancient protections. Never in a million years would he think something like this were to happen. How long would his poor old heart had to suffer? He barely got over the scene of death and terror in the village and now this. The children and those he cared for like family were hurt, were killed. He could not save them. It made him feel hopeless, powerless… Professor Sinistra had snapped. She could not handle it anymore and decided it was time to leave the school. He wondered when it would be his turn. He would not leave, for this was his only house. But he was worried one day he would crumble like her, seeing all the deaths, seeing all the destruction.
No. What was he thinking? There was no way he would let himself fall. It was exactly what the enemies wanted. They wanted to cause fear, depression and bloodshed. They wanted to hurt those opposing them by attacking their fresh and blood. The children had fallen victim for something they had no involvement in. Yet, the Death Eater had gone way too far this time. Attacking children was already bad enough. But turning them into werewolves? Hagrid put the next pack in a little so hard the hay scattered up into the air and fell on the ground. Outrageous! He could not warp his head around the whole idea of it. It was beyond anyone’s imagination, even beyond evil itself. Innocent children now had to live the rest of their lives with lycanthropy. It hurt him ten but their family a thousand. They would have to leave school for other student’s safety, with their hopes and dreams destroyed. The half-giant was feeling worse than he should about it because he also had his dreams shattered before. The very day he was expelled from school. Still, that pain was nothing compared to what those poisoned kids were enduring now.
Sighing, the gamekeeper realized he had put in too much dried grass for the unicorns. Some of them had given birth two weeks ago and he was now keeping “mothers and babies” in the stable for extra care. Rubbing his hands together to get rid of the remaining grass stuck on them, he took a gaze out of the window. He had not recall this familiar scenery ever looked so awful before. He believed was rather his current mood, not the dark clouds roaming the grey sky above or the uneasy atmosphere in the air. The weather had already been like that since last year. Everyone had gotten used to it by now.
No. What was he thinking? There was no way he would let himself fall. It was exactly what the enemies wanted. They wanted to cause fear, depression and bloodshed. They wanted to hurt those opposing them by attacking their fresh and blood. The children had fallen victim for something they had no involvement in. Yet, the Death Eater had gone way too far this time. Attacking children was already bad enough. But turning them into werewolves? Hagrid put the next pack in a little so hard the hay scattered up into the air and fell on the ground. Outrageous! He could not warp his head around the whole idea of it. It was beyond anyone’s imagination, even beyond evil itself. Innocent children now had to live the rest of their lives with lycanthropy. It hurt him ten but their family a thousand. They would have to leave school for other student’s safety, with their hopes and dreams destroyed. The half-giant was feeling worse than he should about it because he also had his dreams shattered before. The very day he was expelled from school. Still, that pain was nothing compared to what those poisoned kids were enduring now.
Sighing, the gamekeeper realized he had put in too much dried grass for the unicorns. Some of them had given birth two weeks ago and he was now keeping “mothers and babies” in the stable for extra care. Rubbing his hands together to get rid of the remaining grass stuck on them, he took a gaze out of the window. He had not recall this familiar scenery ever looked so awful before. He believed was rather his current mood, not the dark clouds roaming the grey sky above or the uneasy atmosphere in the air. The weather had already been like that since last year. Everyone had gotten used to it by now.
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