“Remus!” roared the newcomer, clutching a wildly spinning eye in one gnarled hand. “Remus, I have gone mad!” He paused in his action of throwing the offending organ to the grimy kitchen floor, hesitated a beat, before jamming it into a worn coat pocket.

A tug on a drawer handle, and he was face to face with the same pills he had used back when Remus was still alive. They were old, but he didn’t care. He palmed the entire bottle and swal-- [Answer to HPromanticxxx's When you die... challenge.]

“He banged his head against the soft wood of the table. Why...? Hermione had always been such a calm and composed girl... He simply shook his head, forcing a nearby chair to the floor with a clatter. Emotion flooded his veins like ice water and fire whiskey at the same time.”