Flash Literature 1 – Cheymass and the Pictsies
She stood there, still, like a lion, still like a hunter. She had found her prey, stalking it from afar. There he was, the gorgeous Cheymas. Bellatrix loved him, loved him from afar. Their loyalties tearing them apart, two star-crossed lovers, alas, in the world of magic, there was no miracle from them. Bellatrix scoffed at how she, of all people, could fall in love. She threw her seeing mirror aside and stormed off.
Chémûz laid back, counting the clouds and pondered to himself, wondering if they were as numerous as his achievements; Captain of the Chess club, Triathlon winner, Celebrity chef and professional zebra groomer. But it felt empty, if there was anything Chezmeuse loved more than himself, it was Mad-Eye Moody. His dipping limb was so graceful in Chezms' eyes and he could contain it no longer, he was going to find Mad Eye.
Cheimöîz sighed, he knew he'd never have Moody, he then turned and looked into the gleaming triathlon trophy, "ooh how most beautiful you are Cheymouse" the trophy boldly exalted, "yes I know trophy, but I feel wasted in this foreboding school, it's like I belong somewhere else..". Cheymau5 looked around his champion's room, the columns of marble and sapphire made the mediocrity of Hogwarts even more laughable, while the beautiful crystal enchanted pool reminded Cheymars of his own radiance, truly it was such an ironic juxtaposition that Chaymus abruptly chortled.
Just then, Mad Eye burst into the room, panting and sweating, just like in Chaymes' countless dreams. "Cheeeeeyyyymoouuussee" Mad Eye cried "We Must Go!"
CHEEEEYYYYMMOOWWWSSE" Mad Eye cried, "We Must Go!". You didn't have to tell Cheymassque twice, this was a dream come true for him. Cheyms grabbed his fur coat and gold medals and darted out the door with mad eye.
PICTSIES!
End of Chapter 1