Literature
SPOILER: Never To Be Forgotten
Pale, bloodless, dead.
The figure slumped onto his messy bed, running his hands through his ruffled red hair. He refused to look at the empty bed next to him, the Gryffindor banner above it, the smiling picture of Angelina Johnson tacked to the wall.
Pale, bloodless, dead.
He refused to look at the boxes hidden under their beds, experiments from the early days of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. He couldn't bear looking at the multitude of colorful sweaters hanging, untouched, in the closet, all bearing one letter: F.
Pale, bloodless, dead.
He had long ago turned the picture of the two of them on it's face. He couldn't see it. He constantly tur