Susan Bones (in_my_bones) wrote in attheclose, @ 2011-03-13 10:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: susan bones, date: 1998 - 03, etc: complete, location: hogwarts - classroom |
Who: Susan
What: Detention from hell
When: Tuesday, March 8, after dinner
Where: DADA classroom
Rating: B for blood
The intent to cause pain must be pure.
Susan slowly began to scratch out the words onto the roll of parchment in front of her, bracing herself for what she knew was coming. Her features tightened into a wince as the sentence carved itself into her hand. She stared down at the wound and then back at her parchment. She stole a quick glance at Carrow who was sitting at his desk, watching her intently. The cuts slowly began to close which would be wonderful if she were finished, but that was far from the case. She knew she could look forward to at least another hour of this. Her grip on the jet black quill tightened as she set her jaw and began to write the line again.
The intent to cause pain must be pure.
The words sliced into the hand again and she bit her bottom lip, for now refusing to give Carrow the satisfaction of seeing her squirm. She wrote it again, biting down harder as the cuts sliced deeper. The skin around the cuts was beginning to turn red, already irritated.
The intent to cause pain must be pure.
What did that mean, anyway, she wondered. How could such a malicious action be considered pure? Didn’t pure mean good? But, for someone like Belatrix Lestrange whose penchant for torture was infamous, was that intent pure? Was her brain that skewed that she saw good in it, that she enjoyed it? Susan was sure that she did, but what must have gone wrong there that made her like that? Had she enjoyed murdering Aunt Amelia?
The intent to cause pain must be pure.
The intent to cause pain must be pure.
A bead of blood trickled down the side of Susan’s hand, splattering on the parchment. She blinked hard, trying to hold back the tears. But she continued to write, knowing that she had no choice. She wrote the phrase another ten times, chin quivering. She tried her best to hold herself together, she didn’t want him to get what he wanted.
The intent to cause pain must be pure.
The intent to cause pain must be pure.
The intent to cause pain must be pure.
She shouldn't even be here. It wasn’t her fault she couldn’t perform the curse, it wasn’t like she hadn’t tried. No, her intent hadn’t been “pure,” but she didn’t think that was the problem. When she was a first year it took her two weeks to even levitate a feather a few centimeters off a desk. It wasn’t her fault… As she continued to write she glanced down at her hand again, red and raw, the cuts shimmering in the light. She stared as she wrote the words and watched them drag through the cuts, making them deeper. The pain was unbearable and she couldn’t help but let the tears fall. She wrote them again, a choked sob escaping her throat. Oh, how she just wanted to be away from here, safe at home with her parents. Or even just a kid again, when everything was so much simpler, when all she had to worry about was whether or not it would rain on her birthday, or what kind of pastry her father would bring home for her from Diagon Alley…
The intent to cause pain must be
Susan set the quill down, covering her eyes as she cried, no longer caring about Carrow. She just wanted things to be normal again.