A/N: Written for the Setting Boot Camp for setting: the Quidditch Pitch and prompt: 018 – You lied to me.
The Quidditch Pitch
Poem 5: Waiting for Cake and Receiving a Corpse Instead
It was waiting for a shower
of celebratory sparks
and stamping feet
in a closing dusk.
It followed
carefully
every line, every tremor,
waiting,
waiting
And it was surprised
and unpleased
when the centre
vanished without a trace
leaving a dark
stain behind
For there would not be
a celebration, but
a mourning
instead
And with the
pressure
upon it, it could not even
shudder
its displeasure.
