Post by ULRICH COGSWELL on Nov 4, 2014 10:40:04 GMT -5
Ulrich really tried to get over it. The war was over. The guy who killed Marcus was dead and all the others were either dead or in jail or on the run. It was over. Except it wasn’t. The pain was still there. Even though he returned, even though he was back to work, the aching was still here. He kept wishing for Marcus to open the door and ask him how it was possible he was still at work while he was waiting for him to have lunch. But Marcus would not open this door anymore to tell him that. And every time he walked down the Alley, he felt a pinch to his heart as he reached the bookstore where he used t work.
He managed to bury the pain inside. He was still there. Ulrich found it almost comforting to keep Marcus there, even if it hurt. But all that pain was slowly turning into something else. Resentment. Maybe wizards were ready to accept muggle-borns as theirs, most of them not really caring as long as you were able to cast spells. Cast spells. This was the issue here. People like him, they had no place and death eaters weren’t the only ones casting them out. Squibs had no place in the wizard world. Ulrich didn’t feel like this war changed anything. Someone stood up with extremist ideals and all people did was to destroy him, only to return to their normal lives afterwards. They wanted to ensure something like that would not happen again. But what of the injustices? In the papers, they said they were working for muggle-borns to prevent that from happening again. What about squibs? Nothing, of course. They never meant anything.
As long as Marcus was there, Ulrich managed to live with that part of him without really caring. Most people didn’t even know he was a squib. He was working at the apothecary, he had to be a wizard. Except you need no wand to prepare ingredients or mix potions. The death eaters reopened a wound Marcus managed to heal and with him gone it wasn’t about to heal anytime soon.
Ulrich couldn’t help it, he hated them all. Death eaters, those who fought against them and everyone else who simply stood by, waiting to see the outcome of this war. And watching them going back to their ordinary life while he lost everything angered him even more. He would get to them, he knew he would. He already started, placing some nose-biting cups in a muggle shop. Who cared if that made muggles wonder what was going on? He sure didn't. So far though, he heard none of this in the news. He will have to be more creative next time. He had one of his notebooks in front of him. There was no one around, it was boring him to death. Might as well take advantage of this to plan something against them.