6. CRUCIO
Evelyn Carter

Eyebrow raised and arms crossed, Evelyn sat on the sofa in the prefects' lounge as though it were her throne. She could feel the last ounce of her patience wavering as she gazed upon the forth year Gryffindor who still looked as though she were about to cry just from the sheer thought of performing a harmless hex. And her she had been under the impression that lions were supposed to be reckless. Merlin.

"Just do it already," she hissed. "The effects are only temporary."

The violet eyed girl shook her head back and forth several times rapidly before looking down at the ground.

"But its a DARK charm...that means its bad...a-a-and I only want to practice good magic..."

Biting the inside of her cheek, the Slytherin, tapped her foot and closed her eyes in a feeble attempt to shut the other's goody two shoes ramblings out. But to no avail.

"...a-a-and Josh wouldn't be pleased if I h-h-hurt you..."

Suddenly, her eyes opened and she glared at the younger girl.

If looks could cast Crucio, Cookie Girl would be writhing in agony on the floor right now.