Seventy-three

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

Slytherin Quidditch lot, I'm going out for so --

[a long pause, and the journal picks up the Doctor's breath shuddering slightly, before, in an aggressive voice laden with the effects of the Dementors:]

Well then, good thing I'm ready for you, bea --

[but the tone is shortlived as:]

No, no, this isn't -- stop. Stop, I can't -- I won't -- It was the only way to end --

Expec - expec -- EXPECTO PATRONUM!

[a thud, and just breathing now; long and slow]

Comments

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

I suppose I'm rather lucky in that I avoided it, hmm?

[not-from-mars.livejournal.com]

[blankly] S'pose you are. The cold, that terrible cold, it's ... and the screaming ...

[moment of silence]

[sinister-charm.livejournal.com]

Shall I take a guess, my dear Doctor?