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hermoniny (hermoniny) wrote in pandorarpg,

Hermione was relieved to feel the binding spell finally life, her muscles were sore from being held so long in the same position. There were still the ropes to contend with, but that was easier to get out of. Still, the fact that she was being handed over to Marietta didn't make her happy. Though it could be a good thing, she doubted Marietta was anywhere near capable of pulling off some of the things the other woman had done. Small blessings.

That didn't help her feel better though when the slashing spell hit her arm and she was suddenly bleeding. She let out a pain filled scream in response, and fought back the tears in her eyes. This was uncomfortably like when Belletrix had tortured her when they had been on the run 7th year. Still, Marietta was giving her a chance to speak, she wanted to make sure she placed her words well, and since this other woman didn't seem all too fond of her, she felt her words would be better if aimed at her. She looked past Marietta, blatantly ignoring her, and towards the other woman. "You might want to watch this one, she's not very good at being loyal. She'll probably turn on you soon, if she thinks the tides are shifting." She looked back at the red head then, hatred burning in her eyes. "But then maybe she has some secret spell on you too, and chances are it will be worse than mine was. I can't wait to see what gets carved into your face next." This wasn't like her at all, but she figured her usual self wouldn't be useful in this situation. She wasn't proud of it, and she knew it would cost her in more pain, but she wasn't going to go down without a fight either, and if she was physically stuck, her words were all she had to fight with.