【 ᴍᴀɢɪᴄɪᴀɴs 】   ⤳    ❛  ᴅᴇᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ  ❜

 

The sky, sunny despite the fall of gleaming crystals, had dimmed all too suddenly. It was as if a cloud had been cast above, all light had been seized from where the sun’s rays touched and replaced by shadows that were all too dark, all too dreary. A cold rain started to fall, quickly drenching those attending the Quidditch match as the little warmth had been stripped, and an icy blanket had fallen over the stadium.

 

In their excitement over the first match of the semester, not one student or professor was bothered by the change in weather. Even as they shivered and hugged their clothes against themselves, not one person seemed to stop cheering on their desired team. The distraction was so much so that even as dark figures loomed into view, the students barely noticed. That is until the excitement was drained from them.

 

It was as though every happy thought in the world had been dry, the stadium soon falling quiet in response to the despair and sadness that seemed to ebb into their emotions.

 

❝ All players get down to the ground now! ❞ Madam Hooch's shrill voice called out, panic drenched in her voice as the air began to thicken with fog, a dark spell bringing ice to slowly creep onto the brooms that flew by.

 

There were five, six, maybe even more. It was as if time stood still as the students remained unmoving in their spots, watching with terror as more seemed to appear. Dark figures, cloaked yet transparent like smoke in the sky. And as they loomed closer, it was clear that they were consumed with hunger, starving from no longer being part of Azkaban for decades, had been drawn to the happy feast the mass of Hogwarts students provided.

❝ Dementors! ❞ Hagrid’s cry boomed through the stillness, and it was as if the loudness of his voice had awoken the figures petrified in their seats.

 

Professor McGonagall was the first to stand, wand raised to the sky. One by one did the professors stand, too, both in valiance and fear, taking their headmistress’ example, with each of them pointing their wands to the skies as the shadowed figures, now counted by dozens, came dangerously close.

 

❝ Expecto Patronum! ❞