Post by Echo Antipathy on May 10, 2010 21:56:20 GMT -5
Echo Mordred Antipathy was already too sick of human company to stand it another minute. He was living up to his name now, repulsed by the meaningless activities the students engaged in. What was the point of meaningless chatter? Why would anyone care who had the newest broom or what brand of Muggle sunglasses they wore?
He had enough of human greed at home. His parents had their summerhomes and their winter estates, but they were still new money in the eyes of society, despite his mother's noble heritage. What was nobility in the face of eternal nothingness? And if the brainless girls of Hogwarts cared so much about their sunglasses, wouldn't wizarding items be more impressive than Chanel?
It sickened him further that he could play the game so well. He knew what those brainless girls and careless boys wanted, and it was all pointless.
He wasn't angry, of course. He wasn't entirely certain what anger felt like, though he had seen it many times. It was a waste of energy, as was everything else.
He was thinking of the cat today. He hadn't done such an experiment in years, and watching people had brought it to mind. Those who were sick were sluggish, while those who weren't were lively and focused on their nothingness. Was that why the experiment had failed?
He had considered buying a cat. It would be guaranteed healthy then. However, someone was bound to notice if the beast died, or if its health suddenly deteriorated. He would find something in the forest and try it here.
He had enough of human greed at home. His parents had their summerhomes and their winter estates, but they were still new money in the eyes of society, despite his mother's noble heritage. What was nobility in the face of eternal nothingness? And if the brainless girls of Hogwarts cared so much about their sunglasses, wouldn't wizarding items be more impressive than Chanel?
It sickened him further that he could play the game so well. He knew what those brainless girls and careless boys wanted, and it was all pointless.
He wasn't angry, of course. He wasn't entirely certain what anger felt like, though he had seen it many times. It was a waste of energy, as was everything else.
He was thinking of the cat today. He hadn't done such an experiment in years, and watching people had brought it to mind. Those who were sick were sluggish, while those who weren't were lively and focused on their nothingness. Was that why the experiment had failed?
He had considered buying a cat. It would be guaranteed healthy then. However, someone was bound to notice if the beast died, or if its health suddenly deteriorated. He would find something in the forest and try it here.
