A fool, a fool! I met a fool i' th' forest,
A motley fool. A miserable world!
As I do live by food, I met a fool,
Who laid him down and bask'd him in the sun,
And rail'd on Lady Fortune in good terms,
In good set terms- and yet a motley fool.


He wore a mask like no other.

Red, blue, green, yellow, happy, sad, angry, mocking- he wore them like a badge of honour, switching from one colour and emotion like a stormy cloud on a windy day. His face was painted white, a diamond on one cheek and a small tear drop under his eye on the other. His lips were curled up into a sneer that could change with a blink of an eye, and his grin, oh his grin, sent chills down one's spine when his emotionless eyes pierced your own.

His voice held an undertone to it that could turn even the bravest men into cowards. His voice was soft and sweet, at first, but it would steadily get darker as he clutched you in his web. His blue eyes could never leave your own. You were always inspected by him- or more like, he was always there, watching you.

No one knew where he came from- why ask? He was only but a fool, a miserable motley fellow, but he was always around the corridor, always tilting his head to the side as he watched you, his lips parting into a smirk before being hidden behind his careful mask of indifference and playfulness.

You shivered.

He smirked, and his teardrop cheek turned to the side.

A message, one might say.

You paled, and quickly turned the corridor.


("Oh, the price of being the fool, is a mighty good one, I'd say. Some of them can be a bit strange though, ya know? Always hiding behind masks, never relying on money or knowledge… It makes you wonder what they're hiding.")


("What a joker he is, that one, with the mask! What a fool he is, smiling like that! But, you know, he does kinda give me the heeby jeebies. Do you know what they say about him?")


("Oh, yes. Teardrop on the cheek is a sign that they've murdered people. When they go to prison, it's a sign of importance, or to be regarded as a leader of sorts. It's rather infamous, you know? Why are you asking?")


"You try to say that you need help - you and everybody else. You and everybody else." - One Day, Kodaline

Written for Camp Potter, campfire songs, and Title challenge, with the title 'Happy; Sobbing on the Side'. Also for Globetrotter, Vilnius, Lithuania.

I don't own Harry Potter.