Literature
The Green Games: Chapter Nineteen (HP/HG x-over)
The lights on the stage were hot, like little suns plucked from the atmosphere and shoved into tin cans.
And this is what all Seamus' memories came back to; fire.
From the very beginning of his life, the time before magic even, the flickering flames had fascinated him like nothing else. He'd felt connected to this element, in a way unlike anything he'd ever known. His mother said he was a pyromaniac, Seamus preferred 'flame enthusiast'.
Because he was a maniac anything; true he'd lit all sorts of things on fire as a child to see how it burned, but that was the extent of it all, ya ken? He never thought, 'hmm-what would happen if I set this