While listening to Rihanna & Drake sing, and reading a very intriguing story, this spawned up into my mind :s To be frank, I've grown a fondness to Neville that I never really realized until, well, he became the hottest male character. Ah, puberty C: haha! Well, I hope you enjoy this, because I enjoyed making this C: FYI, I pulled out my Romeo & Juilet for this. Kinda inspiring with the whole deceased lovers thing going on there.

Thy Drugs Are Quick. Thus with a kiss I die. - Romeo

There were numerous rumors that hung in the air revolving around the suicidal video cassette of McKenzie Ravnerneil. Many of said false accusations included that of the young Pure blooded witch whom the deceased muggle tended to foolishly linger with. He was obvilious to the fact that Winifred Jessamine was a - supposed - whore. She grew bored with him in the span of three months, and she easily grew tedious of the mundane activities they participated in, the dull conversations they had, and the lack of sparks between them.

The young muggle that was an up incoming, underground guitarist that was a member of the well-known band, 'Fracture JohnDoe' was dead, and leaving a little infamous motion picture to oblige the 5th year witch was exactly the attention grabber that the Pure-Blooded Ravenclaw feverishly attempted to avoid.

Not only was the 6 year age gap astonishingly juicy gossip that any Hogwarts student gushed about amongst their peers, but the video that practically every muggle & magical being alike devoured whole was enough to bring John Lennon to roll over in his grave.

o.O.o

Mckenzie held the recording camera in his hands, causing the jittery motion to fully exaggerate his oblivious addiction to heroine. Besides the fact of his drug abuse, he finally sat the camera down on a solid surface to capture the scene of his apartment flat. It was an utter chaos of a mess. There he decided to place a rickety chair in the center of the scene, and sat with his guitar in his lap,

"You don't smile unless you laugh" he began to strum the guitar to a various tune that did not sound catchy at all, though resembled a intoxicated man with an instrument.

He was creating the song on the spot.

"You hate my stupid band, and cheer me up when I feel like crap" at this, he shook guitar to make the body vibrate. "I'm infatuated with your heart shaped scar on your hand. Oh Winnie, last night you looked too pretty, I'll never forget that look you gave me when I took you to eat at Smitty's" his body swayed at the excessive amount of foreign chemicals in his body.

"We danced around in the back seat of my car to Jimi Hendrix, I hope when this is over, you won't fall for Lucas Roderick's. I Hope he dies. Right here tonight" he temporarily stopped his song, and stared his sea foam green eyes directly into the camera, engulfing the device alive with pure, unknown intensity, sending a chill down the viewers back.

"But alas, that blonde haired troll isn't going to touch your flawless soul, I'll make this right, we don't need to fight" huffing in a gasp of air, he briskly began tending to the guitar as if his new born child with such new found gentleness, the aura the television casted was something that leaned towards a real musician, than a heavily toked-up drugee. His tune became that of a more cilvilized manner within mere seconds, "Oh Winnie, I see it all now that you're with me, dislike that you hardly kiss me, maybe the sun may disintegrate the moons envious glares to pause and redirect the stubborn, jealous stares" he stopped mid-song once more, though closed his eyes, "thank you, beautiful Winnie" he brashly stood up abruptly in his seat that startled the calm atmosphere, which caused the guitar to repond by pinging as it his the hardwood floors, and strode broadly to the camera, smiled cheekily, and ran a hand through his touseled hair, finished his song dedicated to Winifred Jessamine.

"My girl..." He sighed, his disposition in the high getting the better of him as his eyes hung mid-open. "I'll look after you", and with that, he turned his body, stood on the chair behind him, only allowing the waist down to be seen, and simply stepped off the seat. There was 16 seconds of his wickedly whipping body fighting to get the rope loose from around his neck, and 9 minutes and 44 seconds of his body slowly rocking back and forth until the video fell into a black obscurity. The eerily silence creeping through the television screen, and into the heart of the viewer.

This was the umpteenth time Winifred was watching the tape that was popular amongst the underground artists.

Everybody purchasing the tape for what its worth, the vendor benefiting a gain behind the young guitarist's life vanishing within 20 minutes. The whole ordeal disgusted the witch senseless, though she didn't cry. The cold-blooded female simply sat there, and watched intently the last 9 minutes and 44 seconds of Mckenzie's corpse with wide eyes and a yearning need to vomit her heart out.

"Idiot..."

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