Disclaimer: NOT MINE.


Daphne, Seventh Year

-Slytherin-

got to be

Proud

there's no such thing as a

pathetic pureblood.

XXX

drink up, Daph, d r i n k your firewhiskey.

so you can feel something

(it burns so bad, going down your throat) cause

you're not even ice anymore

XXX

you want to care about this,

about how

lonely you think are.

but lately you just...

can't

make yourself feel it

XXX

you just want to die soon

but only if Astoria doesn't

cause Astoria, she's alive

and you know (even though nothing else matters)

she doesn't deserve to be dead.

XXX

so drink your damn firewhiskey

relish the momentary scream of your body as

it blisters its way through you

XXX

in class,

waiting to get caught,

but no one dares

reprimand

one of those pureblooded f/r/e/a/k/s,

a Death Eater's daughter,

a Slytherin.