Absynthe Minded

Instrumental. As the pen hit the paper, a queer feeling came over him, knowing that he could be caught and dragged to the great hall. How he hated her, pail and weak, the sickliest kind, really. The kind that would give you up without a thought. He woke up feeling and looking like a bug. Too ashamed to ask for water from his mother, knowing he'd be late for work... Yeah, that kinda feeling.