It sweeps up to the Mirror, darkness and coldness wrapped in a black robe, in vaguely human form. Looking for joy and happiness and emotion, looking for the shining core; it sees all that and more, infinitely reflected back upon itself.
So it sucks the joy down, sucks it out of the Mirror, a spiral vortex of joy that isn't really joy because it's only a reflection of the Dementor's own joy in tasting that joy, joy, joy -- needing more, it moves in for a Kiss.
The Mirror shatters with a crash that is heard throughout the entire castle.
March 28 2003, 13:56:24 UTC 9 years ago
(But I still think my Dementor's having more fun. :)
March 28 2003, 14:56:31 UTC 9 years ago