Department 7 HQ - 11:07 pm - Alice
Alice looked around curiously as she was led to the common room, occasionally brushing her hand past her ear, a motion that was obviously some kind of habit, with how often she did it. Her eyes were drawn to the bookshelf as she entered the room, a brief smile gracing her lips before she climbed into a chair and tucked her feet under her.
"My side of the story?" She tilted her head thoughtfully. "Well, this is a treat, I don't often get to tell stories. I don't often get to hear them either, for that matter. But that's neither here nor there, really, now is it?" Her hand swept past her ear again as she pursed her lips. "Well, from what I've gathered from conversations up to this point, you would like to know why I was in the cemetery in the first place. That's an easy enough answer. I make it a point to frequent such places wherever I happen to go. It's a bit hard to explain all of the reasons why. I like the stonework in the more elaborate ones, the stories they could hold. Of course there's also the completely facinating subject of death itself, and what occurs afterwards to the remains. But what fascinates me most is how it affects those around it." There was a sparkle in her pale blue eyes that showed just how excited she was by the thought of what she was talking about. "The emotions involved with mourning. The rage, the despair... One event can turn an otherwise stable human being into an utter blubbering mess. It's very much like insanity. In fact I'm not completely sure it isn't a form of insanity, which just makes it all the more interesting of a subject. I've been studying both for some time now. The act of mourning, and the utter depravity of true madness, at least when I can. Which leads me to tonights events. I wasn't really looking for anything in particular tonight, just enoying the quiet. It's not a good thing for me to be around people for too long, after all, but the dead don't complain. Well, not too much at least. At any rate, I happened across this man, mumbling something... well, I'm not exactly too sure what he was mumbling about, but it was rather obvious that he didn't belong there, and most certainly at least a little bit insane. So I naturally decided to keep an eye on him. Unfortunately, I didn't realize quickly enough that he was apparently talking to something else until it popped up on a stone and made a horrendous noise. Of course I thought it was a stroke of fantastic luck. Here was what appeared to be a shining example of human insanity, and now, here before me, was a creature that I had only read about." Her voice was full of joyful excitement." I was thrilled! That is... until it tried to eat me. Then I'm sure you understand that my good mood was immediately spoiled. Having to defend yourself tends to do that it seems. That's something that I will take some time to reflect upon later, mind you. But yes, I was forced to unfortunately kill the Carbuncle- that's what I beleive the creature is- which only made me more annoyed. I was hoping to study it while it still lived.. at first at least. But of course that was ruined. So I took the shovel that I used to bludgeon the creature with, and I used it to bury the things apparent master up to his chest in the hole he and it had been digging. It was only appropriate to do so, after all. It wasn't very long after that when I found myself being threatened by your utterly fabulous.. is he an underling, a helper.. I'm afraid I don't know the proper terminology... anyways, he said I could keep the Carbuncle, so I decided to not make a scene. Is that what you wanted to know?"