Prompt Ten: Anger
Dedicated to my dear friend, Acacia Thorn.
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It was the fact that nobody cared, that angered Lavender Brown the most. It was the fact that it didn't seem to matter that he had fought along with the others, fought and died. It seemed that he was just another face in the sea of the dead. Nobody seemed to care that he had lived and breathed once, that he had been a real person.
Nobody except her. She was the only one standing next to his body and she was the only one mourning the loss of another friend and wizard. She was the only one who was there with him when the medi-witch came over, checking to see that he was truly dead. She was the only one to shed tears for him when they finally took him away.
And it made her so mad. Didn't anybody care? Didn't they care that he had fought like the others? Died like the others. She glared through the tears that didn't seem to want to go away and then scrubbed furiously under her eyes. Of course they didn't. To them he was just another body. A body that nobody had taken the time to recognize. He was just another number in the death toll and Lavender knew he deserved more than that.
He deserved feasts in his honor. He deserved tears, broken hearts. He should have been honored and remembered by everyone. But she knew he would never get it. He would remain another body that nobody took the time to recognize, much less mourn.
His funeral was a short and private event. There were very few people there and even less of that number shed tears over the loss. Lavender ran her fingers under her eyes and stepped up to the casket, trying to gather enough composure to not make a scene.
The casket was closed, not revealing the boy within it but she knew that he would be small and young and that he would look like he was simply taking a nap. She ran her fingers along the top of the casket. The smooth wood was warm under her fingers and she almost smiled at the simple, unimportant thought. She looked down at the small, gold plaque that rested on the casket. She ran her fingers across that as well, feeling the rough indentions under her fingers.
Colin Creevey, brother and friend. Lost in the Battle of Hogwarts.
"I'll make them remember you, Colin." she said softly, a whispered oath that she would cling to for months, years to come. "They will remember you." And then she disappeared out of the doorway, not stopping to say goodbye.
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Word Count: 396 (according to OpenOffice)
A/N: Damn you, word cap! This was much, much longer (I think it rounded off to 480 words) but, of course, I had to shave it down A LOT. You have no idea how much doing that pained me...Anyway, this is what the prompt and recent real life issues made me think of. It isn't exactly anger but it addresses it a bit...Eh. Hope you liked it.
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-Willful Destruction