[He rides it out, Harry's voice grounding him, and then just as suddenly - something clicks into place. His head clears. There's a buzzing, he could swear it's audible, right under his skin and through his muscles and down to his bones. He's steady when he gets up, eyes a little too wide, irises nearly blacked out.
It's not quite the hyperkinetic energy Harry gets, but something more controlled, dangerous. He feels slightly blurred at the edges, but not in a way that weakens him; more like he's moving so quickly that the afterimage is all people can see. No, not movement - like light-blindness. Like staring into the heart of a fire and then glancing away.
At the very core of this feeling is a soaring euphoria verging on mania. He can do anything. He can be anything. The world is absolutely his, never mind this school. A million Professors couldn't stand in his way.]
Holy fuck. [He stares at Harry, hands trembling at his sides.] I need - to do something. Something huge.
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It's not quite the hyperkinetic energy Harry gets, but something more controlled, dangerous. He feels slightly blurred at the edges, but not in a way that weakens him; more like he's moving so quickly that the afterimage is all people can see. No, not movement - like light-blindness. Like staring into the heart of a fire and then glancing away.
At the very core of this feeling is a soaring euphoria verging on mania. He can do anything. He can be anything. The world is absolutely his, never mind this school. A million Professors couldn't stand in his way.]
Holy fuck. [He stares at Harry, hands trembling at his sides.] I need - to do something. Something huge.