Character of the Week (5/5: a drabble in first person)

I am still here. Maybe not all of me, just lingering bits and pieces trapped inside this canvas. I still think, still feel, though my body has long since been buried in the ground.

I remain.

I still see, still speak, still know.

And it's such an empty life- if one could call it that-, lonely in spite of the other portraits that surround me.

And as the years go by, as my lover, my family, my friends slowly fade before my eyes, I wonder if death would have been easier, more peaceful if I had never agreed to the Hogwarts tradition of becoming a portrait in the headmaster's office.