[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] ROW

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] FEBRUARY 19

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] ADULT

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] STRAIGHT

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] FEMALE

[attr="class","GGboxtemp1"] HUFFLEPUFF ALUMINI/ 27/ LIBRARIAN

[attr="class","GGcontenttemp1"] Ghoul Studies: what a joke. There seemed to be no reason for this subject to exist and even though Tyrion never took it, it seemed pointless. Seriously, who wanted to waste their time learning about ghouls, ghosts, and whatever other creatures were mentioned in this class? Tyrion walked into the classroom and looked around at anything personal he can destroy of his brother's. The classroom was so clean, organized and Tyrion hated it. It was too clean for Tyrion to handle and he was going to make sure to make it to his standards of a "clean" classroom. He walked down one of the aisles with the bottle of firewhiskey in his right and and a lighter in the other. As he made his way over toward the front of the classroom and toward all of his brother's personal belonging, Tyrion pressed the bottle to his lips and brought his head back letting the liquor fill his mouth before swallowing. He wiped his mouth across his arm and then set the bottle on a seat. Maybe he'd leave it for his brother to find or maybe the bottle would be the one thing he took with him.

There were a lot of different and unique things on the desk that didn't belong to his brother, but then there were a few items that Tyrion noticed before that he knew was personal to his brother. A picture frame rested on the desk in a diagonal position that showed Rosalynn and Cillian smiling on their wedding day. What a laugh that seemed to be now. The woman cheated on him and now they weren't speaking and to Tyrion it was great. For once Cillian has some of a shit life. The photo wasn't moving because they wanted it to be "natural", but didn't seem plain in the slightest. The photo had many colors in if from the tree in the background to his tie and each seemed to have a story to it. He smirked and flicked the lighter a couple of times before setting it down on the desk. Grabbing the photo frame, he turned it over and took out the picture of the not-so-loving couple. Lifting the photo to the light and grabbing the lighter he brought the lighter close to the picture and watched as a flame started at the bottom left corner an took the time to destroy his brother out of it. Once the flame burnt about ninety percent of his brother he put the flame out by covering up his hand with his sleeve and pressing down on the photo multiple times.

He took a marker from the desk and started to write one simple word across Rosalynn's white dress before hearing a noise coming from the other end of the classroom. It was past midnight and whoever was up must of had some nerve. He waited and looked at the door startled waiting for someone to walk in.