Lavender Brown (lavsbrown) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2018-03-10 14:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *chele, lavender brown |
WHO: Lavender Brown & COS Agent
WHERE: Hidden Location
WHEN: Saturday, March 10th
WHAT: Questions, torture.
RATING: PG-13
WARNINGS: Torture from COS agent as well as flashbacks of torture.
What day was it? Lavender wasn’t quite positive of the answer, not that it mattered, a small voice would say in her head. Lavender knew the others were working to find them and rescue them, but she was so tired and there were moments where it was hard to stay positive. She’s faced moments like this before, the difference was that she didn’t have Parvati or Seamus with her. The three kept each other other while they worried about the whereabouts of Dean Thomas and what the Carrows might do next. Lavender was staring down at the floor when she felt a hand grab her arm and aggressively yanked her upwards. She didn’t say anything as they walked, didn’t look up until she was brought to a room and forced to sit down in a chair. This setting seemed all too familiar. Lavender looked over at Seamus and winked. Charms class was one of the few joys Lavender had left in this school. While Professor Flitwick was still professional, it was clear that he was trying to give his students a relaxing environment as much as possible. Life at Hogwarts now was much darker. Lavender noticed a student walking in, handing a small parchment to the Professor, she looked away, not thinking anything of it until she heard her name. Slowly tapping a pink pen against a green notebook, bright blue eyes still, eerily calm watched the subject in front of her sat down in the chair exactly 8 feet away from her. Dark brown hair pulled into a formal bun and no expression. “Do you think we will kill you?” Her high pitched voice flat, no inflections on any of the words. The voice pierced through Lavender. She kept her eyes on the ground, but visibly shaking. She sucked in air and kept quiet. The tapping of the pink pen stayed even counting out until five slow minutes. “Do you think we will kill you?” She asked again. Lavender’s heart pounded as she bit down the inside of her cheek. Don’t answer. She told herself. Don’t give them what they want. “Miss Brown, thank you for joining me.” Professor Carrow said icely after Lavender sat down in front of Professor Carrow’s desk. She was sitting there, looking smug as she twirled her wand between her fingers. “I trust you know why you’re here with me?” Nodding once the room started to fill with a cold antifreeze smelling gas with small crystals floating, when they touched skin it felt like a quick shock, almost like a static energy shock. The pink pen continued to tap. Lavender gasped. Her eyes filled with tears, she had felt this pain before. Lavender tried not to answer but every breath she took the shock felt like it was sucking the air out of her. “Yes.” She finally said, feeling weak and ashamed of herself. Nodding once more the antifreeze gas was sucked out of the room causing a strong whooshing sound. “Why?” Lavender looked up and glared. “You started this war, this is what you want right? Why should a few people matter to you?” “We know you sympathize with Potter, the blood-traitor and that mudblood.” Professor Carrow said, sitting up from her chair. “We have faithful students hwere who tell us all about your little outbursts and disagreements with the Ministry. Just confess and tell us who else is in Dumbledore’s Army and perhaps your punishment will be less severe. Now.” She paused again. Is Ginny Weasley in Dumbledore’s Army?” Nodding she wrote down the answer. Letting the room fall into silence again she resumed tapping her pen. “What is your favorite food?” That question threw her off. Why would they care what their favorite food was? Was this some kind of trick? For a moment Lavender didn’t want to answer, but instead she controlled her shaking and kept her eye on the woman with that stupid pen. “Ramen.” She answered calmly but with more ice in her voice. Without looking away from the subject she wrote down the answer. Turning her head slightly she nodded once as warm air started to fill the room. Every 20 seconds the air would continue to cool down until it hit zero and heat back up to 100, of course, only the subject would be able to feel it. “How do you feel about violence?” Lavender concentrated on her breathing as the temperature went back and forth. Her eyes closed for a short time when the temperature reached 100 and zero. Remembering what the other had felt like, but visibly uncomfortable. “I prefer to avoid it. Though you’re making me reconsider that position.” Uncrossing her legs and crossing them again she nodded once as two agents came into the room, one with red hair and another with blond hair. The man with the red hair had mean green eyes, he sneered at the subject before raising his hand to slap her. The other agent, the one with blond hair stopped him but instead sprayed the subject with something knocking her out slowly so they could remove her and get the next subject. “I am tired of your games, girl.” Professor Carrow stated loudly. “Are..you..in..Dumbledore’s Army?” Each pause Lavender was hit with another Stinging Hex, this time stronger than they were before. Lavender kept shaking her head, her eyes filled with tears. Lavender stared at the man, her eyes flashing with hatred. She gritted her teeth, and spat in his direction just the other sprayed her with something. “Oh sod off you twa-” Not being able to finish the sentence before the spray knocked her back out. |