Title: War Paint
Characters/Pairings: Kingsley Shacklebolt
Author's Notes:
Slight DH spoilers. I love Kingsley so much. Not only does he have the
most bad-ass name ever, he's just SO FULL OF AWESOME. Him and Hestia
should get together. AW DANG. Now I have to write Kingsley/Hestia
drabbles. JEEZE. I can only write so many drabbles for one prompt. T-T
Even Muggles sensed the distant battle of Hogwarts, for the streets were vacant, and where they weren't death stood among the people, its skeletal hand at their throats. Outside was a world of silence and stagnancy, but inside any magical building the war raged higher and hotter than hellfire.
Kingsley dragged a calloused thumb across his cheek and smeared white paint into his skin: one for Albus Dumbledore. Another streak beneath his right eye: one for Alastor Moody.
He lifted his wand – ghostly pale redwood – and stepped into the Floo, where green ashes smoldered. And this for all the rest.
