Rodolphus on the death of his marriage. Thought it'd be interesting...
I just realized how depressing these drabbles are. xD Okay, I'll try to make the next one less so.
Disclaimer: I'm not JKR. She doesn't pepper her writing with obnoxious cyber-smilies. :]
Faded
He used to get angry. Argue. Scream a little. Throw hexes. Anything to get her to stay.
Not anymore.
It isn't that the anger has gone away – far from it. He's just tired of fighting a losing battle; he knows he lost her long ago. Hell, he probably never truly had her to begin with. She has always belonged to the other man. Their master. The Dark Lord.
Today she graces their home with her sullen presence, resenting him for his mere existence. And today, he doesn't breathe a word.
For he knows their love has faded into eternal silence.
Hasn't amounted to much thus far, but I will beg: Review!