 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
Spinning around at the sound of a voice calling her name, he lifted the curse from her body and watched as she collapsed upon the floor, her physique shattered. Casting a silencing charm around the room recklessly, not noticing the weak, temporary impact it had in his haste, he lifted her and balanced her against the side of the bed.
"Now what do you say. Will you come or are you going to be continually tiresome and insist on fighting something you cant win against?"
Heaving, clutching at the shoulder of his robes to keep her balance in check, she hissed, "Never!"
"Then you leave me no choice.." he said, pointing his wand. "Imperio!"
Her body was caught off guard, the exhausted state of her body and mind was not capable of fighting off such a strong curse. "Go to the door Marce.." she heard his voice tell her and watched from inside her mind, horrified, as her feet walked her toward the door, where the banging were coming from.
"Open it and assure him that everything is alright and that you'll see him shortly." he instructed her, slipping behind a curtain, hiding so that she could dismiss him easier.
Opening the door, as he commanded, she spoke, "Hello Severus. I am fine. I just came down to get a remedy for a mild headache. You may leave. I am alright..." Inside her mind she was screaming, lashing out and the struggle showed clearly on her pained expression. Whezing as if she were choking, she held a tight balled hand to her chest and coughed, "Help me....he's here..."
Hearing her blasphemous words, darrin pointed out his wand, slammed the door shut and watched as a flabbergastered Severus stood just behind Marcella. "Crucio!" he called, a huge grin forming on his face as he watched the girl writh on the floor in pain. "How good of you to join us, Professor Snape." said Darrin, with a sly smirk upon his greedy face as he finally revealed himself from behind the curtain. Eye balls bloodshot, dark circles chasing around his eyes, a small smile playing around his lips, he moved forward until he were stood directly opposite Severus, with Marcella inbetween them, on the floor, twisting in agony. |