Who: Sariah Capper, Hestia Carrow, Pansy Parkinson Where: Slytherin, Girls Dorm Why: Oh, no reason, beyond the fact she screamed real loud When: Right after this. What: Checking on Hestia Rating: R [Language]
Hestia Alcyone Delilah Carrow was sitting on the floor in the middle of the dorm. A glass of water was broken and all over the place, blood dripping from her hand where she had crushed the glass. She had her arms covered but she wasn't going to be able to hide it for long. Not when she was all but rolling on the floor in utter agony. She couldn't go. She couldn't obey and for what it was worth, it had surprised her and scared her. Her arm felt like it was on fire and all she wanted to do was drench it in ice water and pray it'd stop soon. She'd thrown the journal off to the side, quill on the floor, ink splattered on the floor and bed. Hestia wouldn't cry, despite the fact her eyes were wet, and tears were sliding down her face. It was times like these she realized she was STILL a girl. She was 16 - only 16 - and no matter how strong she thought she was, being a Death Eater at 16 was a terrifying prospect. And the Mark? hurt like hell. She looked up as Pansy and Sariah came rushing in, dark eyes wide, lips pursed tightly trying not to cry. She wasn't weak, or so she'd like to think.