Sortinghat RP

Where do I even begin?

What words could I possibly use? Are there even enough words, STRONG enough words, to cover what is percolating in my brain right now?!

I'm taking, of course, about my uncharacteristic silence in regards to the Quidditch results. I'm sure some of you have been watching the journals. Waiting. Seeing each. and. every. excruciating second tick by, wondering when I'd finally say something. Heightening tension! Making easy but accurate bomb metaphors!!

Well strap yourself in because that time is now.

I know what went wrong with that damn match. I didn't throw myself into the match as much as I could have - SHOULD have! A Quidditch victory is like the birth of a majestic phoenix: only achievable with the flames of destruction ripping the previous body apart in an all-consuming inferno! Yes, yes, yes, that's the problem; my self-destructive tendencies were weakened. And that is why we failed.

And yet what a stunning success it all turned out to be! The egg Shinra and I were charged with hatched gloriously, and when I stared into Ladd Jr.'s mad, beady eyes, it was worth it. To sacrifice one's own dreams is the fate of all parents! Trampling hopes and aspirations into the fertile soil used to cultivate the next generation is the cycle which links us all inexorably, end over end, past blending to future, forever!! It's natural to make that sacrifice! Accepting a harsh fate for familial love!!

Oh and speaking of Ladd Jr., I haven't seen him for about 10 hours now. I don't know if Shinra has him or if he's off on a wonderful adventure, but the phrase "severe psychopathic proclivities" came up when his health was being evaluated. So take that as you will.