Dear Deceased One

Orion fingers wrapped tightly around his wand, so tightly that, for a moment, his yellowed, cracked fingernails dug into them. He licked his parched lips with an equally dry tongue. Stood erect as he watched, waited, and listened. His eyes widened manically; their murky color had brightened into something almost excited - or perhaps just utterly insane with insomnia. / QLFC Round 8