Post by HESTIA LISETTE JONES on Dec 9, 2013 18:01:13 GMT -8
Blood curdling screams echoed through the forest. Red everywhere. This wasn’t just an attack on Wizards - this was an attack on muggles as well. Bodies littered the ground, strung up in trees, limbs scattered like pieces of paper that had been left to the wind. Another scream to the left - the masked figure looked up and suddenly they made eye contact.
”NO!” Hestia Jones sat up straight in her bed, body soaked with cold beads of sweat. Her breathing was labored and she reached up, running a hand over her forehead, trying to wipe it all off. They were getting more intense.
The dreams. Well, they weren’t dreams - she knew that now - they were visions. Visions of what was to come. Premonitions of the darkness that seemed so eminent.
It was the same almost every night, she saw things that she wasn’t supposed to see. The headaches would start before she went to bed and that was when she knew that it was coming. Sometimes she would stave off sleep for as long as she could, hoping that if perhaps she didn’t sleep, she wouldn’t have to see the agony that awaited her on the other side. ”Gah-” Tia sucked in a cold breath, trying to calm her nerves. Her hands were shaking against her knees - she was a mess.
It was late, but she threw off the covers and pulled on a robe, anxious to get out of her bed and clear her mind. She couldn’t keep doing this to herself - holding it all in and pretending that nothing bothered her. Perhaps that was the reason that she was so bubbly all the time; it was easier than letting everyone know that she was plagued with these horrid horrid thoughts.
Her fingertips grazed the sides of the hallway as she walked, absentmindedly humming at herself.
Blood. Such anger. So much pain.
”Stop, Tia. Get a grip.” She commanded as she paused in the Entrance Hall and pressed her back up against the granite walls, ”Please, stop.” Her voice quivered ever so slightly as she slid down the wall and pulled her knees close to her chest. It was going to drive her insane. Now she finally knew why the most successful seers were all locked up in St. Mungo’s.