Pansy sat by the pond, watching the sun's reflection grow more orange, watching the trees die slowly.
Everything was dying. Blood was no protection anymore.
Everything was dying. And who even cared anymore?? This whole thing was stupid! All she wanted was a good shag with a guy who was nice, cute, rich.
Everything was dying. People hadn't always walked down alleys with their wands drawn.
Frustrated with her ruined life, she threw a pebble into the pond. She watched the rock enter the water without a sound, disturbing the water noiselessly, knowing that it could never be the same.
