Chance is what led me here. Or fate or whatever you want to call the driving force compelling me to jump, to jump now. There is nothing fore me back there. I know it. Nothing. Just horror and death and screams. I know that. I've just seen it haven't I?
I've just seen it. I've seen the blood coating the walls and the staircases, well, really coating every square inch of visible surface in there. I've seen the bodies. I've seen the tears. I've heard the screams of the dying and the wails of those left behind. Yes, I've been fortunate enough to be privy to all of that.
Chance is what led me here. Not my desire to fight. My desire for revenge. My desire for blood. No, I just took a wrong turn, I wanted to go back to the common room and gather my things before I followed my friends out to safety. I assured them all that I'd be right back. I got to the common room quickly enough, but when I came back out, all hell had broken loose.
I'm not ment for this. I'm not ment for battle. I don't have the temperament for it. I'm not brave like the Gryffindors, I can't throw myself into the thick of things with no concern for my own neck. I'm not clever, like the Ravenclaws, I don't have the skill to come out of this alive on my own. And I am not a Hufflepuff. I am loyal only to myself. I feel nothing for this school, for it's students, for it's attackers, for it's protectors. No, I'm no Hufflepuff, I am loyal only to myself. I keep my head down. I listen, I watch. I look out for number one, I keep myself alive.
And there in lies my conundrum. I cannot possibly hope to come out of this alive. Why, merely feet from me a bloodthirsty monster rips out the throat of a boy I don't know, intent I'm sure, of feeding on me next. He thinks I won't jump, and I'm trying to find the strength inside myself to prove him wrong.
It's for the best. I know this. I know this even as I study the ground from my perch with fearful eyes, and it won't hurt much…probably. Maybe not. The monster is nearly finished with the boy now. The kid's long dead, having stopped struggling moments before. It doesn't matter to the monster that I never raised my wand in deference of the boy or against him. It doesn't matter that I wear the green and black of his master's house. The monster wants blood, and I have plenty of that.
Maybe you'll see Xavier again. Maybe, do cats go to heaven? Or wherever you end up. Maybe there's nothing, maybe it will all be over after this. Maybe. I don't know. Nor should you. The monster is up now, I have seconds to decide…Life's one big maybe isn't it. You have to decide Daph. What's it going to be?I don't know, I can hear him breathing. You can't know what's after this Daph, but it's better then here. For once, just take a chance.
And I do. And I fall. Taking a chance.