Title: Splinter
Disclaimer: Am not rich. Am not Rowling. Wahhhh!
Author: Lady CC Kagehoshi
Press da purply button!
As I open the door to this house, I realize how foolish it was to want this. A large house, a mansion, full of trinkets and the like is nothing to what I have. To what I have aquired. To what I am and to what that I will become.
These fools trust so easily. With a simple spell does the door unlock. A jet of light that creates many possibilities. But there is only one conclusion.
So I enter, and like any good visitor, close the door behind me. The air is fragrant, the faint scent of roses wasp in from the outside. The brass is warm from the spell. I step inside.
The foyer is dark. I light my wand. It is clearer. The wood of the floor does not creak beneath my feet. I make no sound as I go past.
Another door, this time unlocked. I hear the faintest sound light laughter. Before, this would have angered me. Not now though, not anymore.
This time, the metal is cold in my grasp. As cold as their fate. I turn the knob. It opens silently. I step into a sitting room.
There is anger on their faces. One woman in a gown, her face aged. Two men, one as old as the woman. The other was younger. They see me. The anger changes to shock. I smile.
The two men get up. Their expressions, once again, change. From shock to fear as they see what I hold.
Anger, shock and fear. I almost want to laugh. Almost.
I raise my hand. The older man tries to stop me. He is too old. I cast a different spell and he falls to the floor.
The woman raises her hand to her mouth and tries to rise. Too late. She suffers the same fate.
I turn to the last. He was frozen. Recognition first. Then hate and fear warring through his eyes.. So easy to read.
For the last time, I raise my wand. The fear wins.
Green light bursts out. Such a beautiful color. Liquid poison.
He falls. An ungraceful arc to the floor.
My task is done.
I feel nothing. Not for this trio, lying, unmoving on the creme rug.
Mannequins. Their positions ungainly.
I turn around. The metal is still cold. I close the door.
Back again, retracing my steps. One, two, three.
Another handle, the trace of the spell is gone. Open, step and close.
I walk away. The stars are bright tonight. I am smiling.