Halloween

Challenge #9: Ensnare the Senses

The flames were a sickly color, unlike any shade of green he had ever seen before. He felt no heat emanating off them, and supposed that something so dark and evil could never generate warmth. He wondered idly if it was truly necessary to destroy the Potter house so thoroughly.

As he retraced his steps the smell of burning homes assaulted him, and phantom whispers of those he had recently murdered echoed in his mind.

A coppery taste filled his mouth; he had bit the inside of his cheek.

Lucius spit in disgust. There was no room for regrets now.