Dancing
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Edward Marley was third in line, it was a very long line, and Edward had been waiting for a very long time. He'd first made an appointment and then shown up to wait in line for his turn. He checked his watch, he'd been waiting for 3 hours now but he didn't mind-in fact he'd been waiting for this for nearly 12 years now, so what was a few more hours?
Edward was now second in line and the person in front of him was almost shaking with excitement or maybe it was anxiety? Edward could sympathize- it was almost his turn and he could feel the butterflies in his stomach turn into raging hippogriffs. Edward thought back to everything leading to this event, this slight revenge he would get to extract from the one who had taken so much from him and from the wizarding world. Edward was now 1st in line, he watched the person who was now taking his turn, and the man was slowly working out his fears, his anger, and everything else.
Edward's attention was diverted from the man when an Auror suddenly appeared next to him and began speaking.
"Sir, do you understand the rules regarding this site and the consequence of breaking those rules?" Edward nodded.
"I've been waiting for this for so long, I'm not about to jeopardize it." The Auror nodded and gestured for him to take his turn.
Finally, finally it was Edward's turn. He stepped through the small gate and upon the grassy space. He glanced at the long line made up of witches and wizards that stretched far off into the distance, he glanced at the tombstone in front of which he stood, and started his, petty, revenge. On Wednesday the 16th of May, Edward Marley danced upon the grave of Tom Marvelo Riddle a.k.a. Lord Voldemort. He was only one of thousands.
