So on my Dark Arts exam today they told me to cast a spell on this muggle that -- well, it made him mess his pants, like a baby. And he looked utterly awful. The muggle, I mean. He had bruises on his face and he'd been crying and he just looked at me and
I cast it and I thought, at least this won't hurt him. Only the look on his face afterward -- well, he was just as upset as if I'd cast something painful.
Why didn't I pretend not to be able to do it? Or do something really brave, like Luna did. She should have been the Gryffindor, not me. But even if I didn't want to do something brave I could have pretended I'd forgot the spell. The only thing they'd have done is give me a bad mark, and that would have been fine, you know, and I didn't even THINK of that until after. Or I guess I did, kind of, since I thought, 'well, this won't hurt him any,' like a complete idiot.
I feel like a terrible person.
I cast it and I thought, at least this won't hurt him. Only the look on his face afterward -- well, he was just as upset as if I'd cast something painful.
Why didn't I pretend not to be able to do it? Or do something really brave, like Luna did. She should have been the Gryffindor, not me. But even if I didn't want to do something brave I could have pretended I'd forgot the spell. The only thing they'd have done is give me a bad mark, and that would have been fine, you know, and I didn't even THINK of that until after. Or I guess I did, kind of, since I thought, 'well, this won't hurt him any,' like a complete idiot.
I feel like a terrible person.