A/N: Morfin contemplates his imprisonment. Short drabble about Morfin in Azkaban.
Submission for:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments): History of Magic Assignment #3 Extra Credit - Write about one of the more lesser known prisoners/visitors of Azkaban - Morfin Gaunt
Morfin shivered, his arms wrapped around his knees in the corner of his cell. But despite the cold around him, his body was hot, boiling with rage and contempt. It was all his sister's fault he was here, her and her infatuation with that stupid Muggle boy down the street.
He had watched her often, sitting out there under the tree in the garden, her eyes fixated on his home as she waited for him. It was sickening to watch really how much she fawned over him. Her place was inside, catering to his and his father's needs, not ogling some Muggle. How good it felt to finally do something, to send a spell that stupid Muggle's way and show her just how much he was worth. But if he had known he'd be sent to Azkaban for something like this, he would have done much worse than just a couple hives on the pretty boy's face.
He shuffled deeper into the corner as a draft blew through his space, the ends of his hair tickling in sallow face. This was his life for the next three years, a cold existence staring at three stone walls while his worst nightmares glided outside the bars of his cell.
But this rage would keep him warm, his anger would keep him sane, and when he came out, he would do what he should have that day. He would kill that Muggle, and his sister, for all the trouble they caused.