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Who? Maisie McIntyre
What? Confronting Durmstrang students--and herself.
When? Before the full moon.
Why? On edge? Understatement.
"It's bad enough to have the Deputy Headmaster be one of them. But to have another one just roaming the halls? It's madness."
"Some student being cursed disturbs you more than the Deputy Headmaster? I find the idea of putting one of those animals in charge of an institution repugnant. There's no telling how many of that kind are really roaming these halls."
"I'm owling Father after lunch. He has an antique Muggle weapon that was used in hunting werewolves. A gun with silver bullets. He keeps it in a case on his desk but I know he'll send it to me if I explain what's going on here. Then if that mutt girl or that mangy Deputy Headmaster get too close on a full moon..."
Rage. Pure and clean burning rose up in Maisie's gut. Insults were one thing, she expected them. She was, for the most part immune to them. But threats against her father?
The voice in her mind raised "NOOOO!" The last coming out very much like a howl.
She whirled around at the top of the stairs fast -- much faster than any human could have and kept her balance while drawing her wand. The two Durmstrang students barely had time to open their mouths before they found themselves silenced and bound.
Standing in front of them all Maisie could think was 'They want to kill my Dad' and she wanted so badly to simply kick their bound bodies over the side of the stairs and hear their bones crunch when they hit the floor some 100' below.
Dead. She wanted them both dead.
No, she wanted them broken. They had to break like she broke every. single. goddamn. month Let them feel their jaws and hips break. A tsunami of pain washing through their bodies so horrific that they can't breathe with the agony of it. BROKEN.
Crack. Fracture. Split. Tear. Rend. Smash. Splinter. Break.
Looking at the two victims students Maisie felt her back and shoulders roll and she dropped into something of a half crouch watching them with wild eyes. Her fingers flexed and cracked on her wand. She didn't need the wand. The wand was useless. She needed nothing more than her hands and her teeth and they'd be broken beyond repair.
She gives a cold, terrifying smile that is all teeth.
Maisie isn't sure what makes her lift her wand again and send the stairs floating off to nowhere but she knows it was necessary to put them out of her reach.
Watching them makes her understand exactly what Fenrir saw that night in the park. And when she dreams, she'll never ask him 'why' again.
What? Confronting Durmstrang students--and herself.
When? Before the full moon.
Why? On edge? Understatement.
"It's bad enough to have the Deputy Headmaster be one of them. But to have another one just roaming the halls? It's madness."
"Some student being cursed disturbs you more than the Deputy Headmaster? I find the idea of putting one of those animals in charge of an institution repugnant. There's no telling how many of that kind are really roaming these halls."
"I'm owling Father after lunch. He has an antique Muggle weapon that was used in hunting werewolves. A gun with silver bullets. He keeps it in a case on his desk but I know he'll send it to me if I explain what's going on here. Then if that mutt girl or that mangy Deputy Headmaster get too close on a full moon..."
Rage. Pure and clean burning rose up in Maisie's gut. Insults were one thing, she expected them. She was, for the most part immune to them. But threats against her father?
The voice in her mind raised "NOOOO!" The last coming out very much like a howl.
She whirled around at the top of the stairs fast -- much faster than any human could have and kept her balance while drawing her wand. The two Durmstrang students barely had time to open their mouths before they found themselves silenced and bound.
Standing in front of them all Maisie could think was 'They want to kill my Dad' and she wanted so badly to simply kick their bound bodies over the side of the stairs and hear their bones crunch when they hit the floor some 100' below.
Dead. She wanted them both dead.
No, she wanted them broken. They had to break like she broke every. single. goddamn. month Let them feel their jaws and hips break. A tsunami of pain washing through their bodies so horrific that they can't breathe with the agony of it. BROKEN.
Crack. Fracture. Split. Tear. Rend. Smash. Splinter. Break.
Looking at the two victims students Maisie felt her back and shoulders roll and she dropped into something of a half crouch watching them with wild eyes. Her fingers flexed and cracked on her wand. She didn't need the wand. The wand was useless. She needed nothing more than her hands and her teeth and they'd be broken beyond repair.
She gives a cold, terrifying smile that is all teeth.
Maisie isn't sure what makes her lift her wand again and send the stairs floating off to nowhere but she knows it was necessary to put them out of her reach.
Watching them makes her understand exactly what Fenrir saw that night in the park. And when she dreams, she'll never ask him 'why' again.