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Challenge 2 Plot Bunnies HQ

The prompt was to take and last letters of your name either your username or your real name: I chose B for the from the beginning of my username and my middle name & T for the last letter of my username.

6 words for each letter, 12 words in total.

B= Bat, Bathroom, Battlefield, Big,Bold, Buy.

T= Tiger, Teach, Time, Thin, Texture, Tamed.

Challenge words in bold.

There were lots of things money could buy, but time wasn't one of them. And right now that was all he needed.

He was bleeding, actually he was dying surrounded by more dying and those who had already died in battle.

It was almost humours that the final battlefield was Hogwarts, Hogwarts was where It all started.

He didn't which side was winning, Potter's or Voldemort's; to him it no longer mattered who was the victor. It didn't matter to the thin looking boy whose eyes were still open, laying dead a few meters away on a wet bathroom floor.

He'd never liked the prefects bathroom even when he had been a prefect, he liked it even less now.

He lets out a chuckle, it hurts. He can't remember how he ended up on the floor, his last memory was people screaming and fighting Death Eaters. He hadn't been hit with the killing curse, so why was he dying?.

Why was he bleeding so much?. He can feel the blood seeping out of him, it's an odd feeling. His own blood has a different texture to that of the blood he has wiped of others.

Maybe because it is his own and he is losing it.

He couldn't help wondering what happened after you died, was there anything after death?. Would he see his grandfather again? .

He hoped so, he'd always liked his grandfather as a child. Whenever he visited he'd bring these wooden animals he'd carved himself; his favorite two had been a bat and a tiger.

His grandfather had seemed so big with a bold personality to him when he was small, but now he was taller than his grandfather had been and his personality at times was bolder.

His eyelids feel heavy, but he won't close his eyes. If does he knows he won't open them again.

Well his personality used to be bold before he got married. His friends were always saying his wife had tamed him, but he didn't see it that way.

He was never going to see his wife again, he was never going to see his son again. He'd never get to teach him to ride a broom, to read or write.

His eyelids drop and he stops breathing.