Like minds, light rituals

Divine violence

His laugh was disgusting.

some of the school's girls might disagree,
They might even swoon over the boyish laughter that Augustine seemed to surprisingly have.

It was a first for Tom, hearing such a sound coming from the timid yet weirdly confident and usually silent Augustine.
But tom knew that the sound of laughter was no sound you'd hear from the boy after he had heard a joke, if that were the case Augustine would have just smiled, or maybe even a snort if the joke had come from bunny,

but there he was, laughing.

Tom could see that the laugh came from being shocked and excited over the success of his ritual.
Tom had his suspicions about the boy, but not knowing much about necromancy and it's rituals made it difficult for him to know what Augustine was up to.

Bunny had been suppling Augustine with dead rabbits for months, at first Tom thought Augustine had been simply bringing all of them back to life for whatever reason,
but as Augustine demonstrated moments ago,
he needed sacrificial blood for his experiment.

Sacrificial blood to drink of course

And fresh rabbit blood seemed to be his drink of choice

along with other powders and items tom couldn't identify, not forgetting the rotting grapes Augustine squeezed in. Abraxas had hated the smell.

The ritual seemed simple to the boy, he had done it multiple times, that much was obvious to tom.
And today it seems the ritualistic experiment had been a complete success.
the boyish yet manic laugh, that sharp smile.

Tom wondered if he himself ever looked like that, or if he ever will, the success of an experiment, must feel euphoric.

Augustine looked as happy as child after receiving a toy,

which was technically true.
He had received a toy, in the form of a dead polka dot dress wearing woman.
She looked horrid, even while standing and moving around like the living,
she was as dead as one could be.
And Augustine was controlling her

Controlling others
Something tom thought only he could do, only he should.

Augustine's eyes -same as his laugh- were truly manic, Tom could see the look, Tom could see the hunger, the want of power
And with the success of commanding the dead, Augustine had found that power.

Tom wondered if Augustine's laugh was the last thing his Beauxbatons girlfriend had heard,

what a beautiful thing to hear before death.

The other knights had lots to think about, digging up a dead body, watching a rabbit get stabbed and drained of its blood, then watching as that dripping blood was turned into a simple cocktail, then seeing it be drank so easily.

They all wondered how Augustine had managed to drink the entire cup without gagging, he simply chugged without fail, not missing a single drop.

It was truly demonic, drinking blood,
necromancy was demonic, Augustine was demonic

the nickname Saint Augustine seemed extremely inappropriate for him after what they have witnessed.

And Tom Riddle liked what he witnessed

Tom Riddle liked power, and Augustine was currently radiating of it

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493 worrrds

When the fanfic is so good you have to make a fanfic for it

Fanfic for a fanfic lmao

i had to write this scene i had thought, idc if its bad im not a writer at all lmao, plus English is not my mother language.
but as long as yall see the vision im ok

Augustine Lawrence & bunny goyle
are original characters of deIioncourts s

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was listening to Haunted by Laura Les and
Santana Medley by Type O Negative
while checking for mistakes
Would recommend those songs for this fic ig