Archaic
They are nothing but old, dusty bits of the past, never being forgotten, but never really remembered, either. Their names are recited and memorized, but what power is there in names? They themselves are not remembered—their names are.
And in the end, they are just another witch or wizard or goblin or whatever; they are just another part of the crowd. No one really cares for them, no one ever wants to know their personal opinion, it's just their rights and wrongs, and that's it, because that's all that can be recorded on paper.
Perhaps that's what it feels like to be a part of a textbook, rotting away in ancient misery.
A/N: Stop looking at me like that. I don't know where it came from, either. Anyway—the word count is 113 words. Reviews are loved.