Title: School of the Dark Arts
"I've been chosen. I've been chosen!" I yell, as I run through the halls of my school. I had stayed behind while everybody was eating in the Great Hall because I had just got an owl letter that told me to stay in my room because there was a very important message that needed to be told to me.
I burst through into the Great Hall just absolutely beaming. I was brimming with great news and just wanted to tell somebody. I find the table that I usually eat at because it is our table - the table where my friends and I usually occupy, a table that we have designated as ours, a table that we have been eating at for a while now.
"Guess what?" I asked, excitedly with my eyes gleaming.
"We heard," two of my friends chorused with less than enthusiasm.
Everybody knew what I meant because it was the greatest honor that anybody in this place can ever achieve. It is a call for a certain duty. It is the pinnacle of all of the duties that we are assigned and carry out here. Therefore, the disappointment that showed through a little by my friends' reaction to my news might have been jealousy.
"How did you get it?" my friend to the right asked.
"The best I got was Stupefy last week," grumbled another.
The next day I wake up in a lodgings reserved for the preparations before carrying out our tasks. The lodgings has us cocooned in purely wood that seem all the same to the untrained eye but they all feel different to me. To me, I can tell the difference between each different owner of each of these pieces of wood.
"Avada Kedavra!" The yell comes from outside of the abode that I'm chambered in, as if from the sky but a little bit more lowered.
I zoom out like a bullet towards my destination and smash against some clothes.