but that was what Remus had become, a husk, a shell of a person filled to bursting with emptiness.
He got up and rummaged around to find a dust-covered bottle of firewhiskey. He poured himself a small tumbler, which he downed. In his mind he left his parting goodbyes, then cast an incendio on his robes.
Like the scorching tongue of a lover, the fire claimed him.
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He got up and rummaged around to find a dust-covered bottle of firewhiskey. He poured himself a small tumbler, which he downed. In his mind he left his parting goodbyes, then cast an incendio on his robes.
Like the scorching tongue of a lover, the fire claimed him.
Out-freaking-standing.
*wild applause*