 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
Scrambling to pick up darrin's wand, she watched and then crawled over in great struggle to Snape's feet, where he were stood over Darrin. Shuffling to Darrin's side, she checked to see if he were alright and then looked up. Touching Snape where his hand held his wand, she shook her head, "Dont do it. Cant you see, he doesn't know what he's doing?!"
Smirking, with his face to the ground, as he heard Marcella defending, protecting him, he watched with his eyes in the side of their sockets, as she slid in front of him and wrapped her arms around his body. The second she had made contact, he thrust his arms around her and dangerously kicked a tray over, that was balanced precariously (sp?) on a trolley with wheels. Scooping up a pair of scissors that had clattered to the floor, he held them to Marce's neck, pulling her body backward against his front, sneering at the man who had hesistated, foolishly, because of her words. "What are you going to do now? Kill her so you can kill me?" he sniggered, cutting the skin on her neck slightly, allowing some of her blood to dribble onto his hand. "Drop the wand and let me take her to her rightful owner!" he bellowed.
"Do it." she mumbled quietly, her eyes shinning with tears. "Please, Severus, if it means you'll rid him of my father, then kill me." she spoke, hauntingly. |