Holly stormed into the owlery, fists balled and teeth clenched. She didn't know what tweaked her mood to turn it sour, but she needed to get it out somehow. Her anger blinded her so much she didn't even know she was in the owlery untill an owl nipped her finger. "Ow f**k!" Holly walked away from the bird, knowing it would be better if she didn't hurt the bird. She turned to one of the large windows and glared down at the tiny people on the grounds. After a long while of deep breathing and glaring daggers, she felt a little better. However, she knew it would be a long while untill she felt content again.

*Tristan walked into the owlery, holding a letter that he wanted to mail to his sister to mail to his little sister, because her birthday was coming up soon. He looked up as he walked into the owlery, and his heart sank a little as he saw Holly. He decided not to say anything right away and just try to pretend like she wasn't there. He started walking towards an owl*

Deciding she was in a decent state of mind now, Holly turned, intending to go to the common room or something. She jumped a little, startled to see she wasn't alone. However, when she noticed who it was, she smirked, deciding the common room could wait. She stared at Tristan, but didn't say anything, waiting for him to look at her.

*Tristan sighed and glanced up from tieing the letter to the owl. He looked over at Holly* "Hi holly....." *Tristan mumbled, looking back down at the owl and letter*

"Hi Tristan." She said easily, Harshing's instructions comming to her mind again. She didn't move, but continued to watch him. Maybe it would make him nervous. "What are you doing?"

"Sending a letter to my sister, Mandy...her birthday's next week. She's turning 8." *He said, deciding to talk hopefully distracting her* "i can't send her present, because it's too big, so I didn't want her to think I'd forgotten about her..."

"How sweet." She commented, moving foreward to stand behind him. "We haven't talked in a while. How have you been?"

*Tristan finished with the letter and sent the owl away. He watched it for a moment before putting his hands in his pocket and looking up at her, trying not to look scared* "Fine........how about you?" *He took a set back and felt an owl nip his leg. Tristan took a step foward, away from the wall, feeling trapped*

Holly saw the fear in his eyes. Or maybe it was just her own confidence making her imagine it. Whatever it was, it excited her. "I'm good. It's just too bad you happened across my path right now. I'm not having a good day." She said softly, putting her hands in her pockets, gripping her wand.

"Why not?" *He asked, swallowing hard, knowing what was coming*

"I'm not sure." She said, backing away. "Maybe it's because I have all this built up anger I have to let out." Holly didn't pull her wand on him yet. She wanted to make him squirm and feel fear.

"You could........." *He glanced around* "Go to a pub and get a drink...." *Tristan suggested, glancing down to her hand that he figured was holding her wand inside her pocket*

"Alcohol is a depressant. It wouldn't work. That's probably the most stupid thing an angry person could do to try and relax." She said. "But if you want, I could try it. Only if you come though." She added as an afterthought, knowing very well what would happen if he accepted. Stupid Gryffindors. She thought.

"I could go with you...." *He said, a small bubble of hope swelling inside his chest. He thought maybe, she wouldn't hurt him...maybe...*

Holly stared at him for a moment, wondering if she heard right. With a shrug and a muttered "Ok" she prodded him in the back with her wand, wanting him to go infront of her. Excitement flickered in her eyes. He'll get what he deserves soon, now.

*Tristan jumped slighty at the feeling of her wand between his shoulder blades. He walked on in front of her, willing himself to walk casually, to just stay calm*

ooc: I guess we'll just continue from here? =D

Holly somehow felt as though she was leding the boy to his beheading or something. Well, good. She thought, pushing the idea from her head. Walking like this untill they reached the Hog's Head, she flicked her wand so the door opened.
Holly sat, not looking at Tristan, leaving him to sit also, or bolt for the door. Whichever he chose was fine with Holly. A little chase made the game more fun.

*Tristan paused for a moment before sitting with her, watching her, afraid to make any sudden movements* "Do you want something to drink?" *He asked warely (sp?)*

"Firewhiskey, please." She said nicely to the bartender/waiter/whatever. When the drink came, she downed half right away, all the while staring at Tristan.

*Tristan didn't order a drink. He just sat quietly and waited for her to talk to him, not wanting to anger her, staring at his hands in his lap*

Holly finished the rest of her glass, and ordered another. Two should be alright. She didn't want to completely forget this. Quickly finishing the second glass, she sighed. "Well, what the hell" She said lightly to herself with a slight smirk. She stood, not wanting an audience. "Follow me." She felt light headed, but didn't want to show it. She made her way to the door, and couldn't hold back the smirk on her face.

*Tristan tried to supress the shiver that shot through his body as he stood, lightly setting down his glass on the table*

Holly wondered if he knew what was comming. Well, obviously he'd have to have some sort of clue. She walked out of the pub and into the cool air. It was getting dark. An advantage to her. Thinking of how she was going to torture the poor soul, Holly continued walking around to the back of the building where there were less people. Lost in her thoughts, she almost forgot about Tristan. She glanced behind her to make sure he was following.

*He walked with her, head down, not even bothering to hope that she'd change her mind and leave him be.*

Holly's forehead was damp with sweat as she stood with her back to the boy, half hoping he'd have the nerve to try and attack her. It was dreadfully boring, torturing someone, without a chase, or duel of some sort. She twisted her wand in her hand and took a deep breath, quickly thinking of what she was going to do. The killing curse was, of course, out of the question. Cruciatus? Maybe later. Imperius?
Holly's twisted mind worked to come up with some sick way she could hurt him. Spotting a broken firewhiskey bottle on the ground, it clicked.
Holly turned to face him, her face a neutral expression. She flicked her wand and said "Imperio." softly, incase there were people nearby.

*Before tristan had even had the chance to try to run like he'd been planning on doing, she had turned and cursed him. He was hit with the imperius curse, and his mine was wiped blissfully blank. A small smile spread across his lips but he was only half aware of it. Tristan was slightly happy in a detached vacent unaware way.*

The corners of Holly's mouth twiched into a small smile as she saw her spell worked. It quickly vanished as she turned back to business.
"Pick up that bottle." She thought, inconspicuously pointing to it, half expecting it to not work.

Go ahead....just pick up the bottle
But it's kinda sharp looking.... *Said a small weak voice in the very back of tristan's mind, inturupting the cool inviting sound of the other voice. The other voice responded:*
It's alright. Just pick it up...
*Tristan decided he liked the nice voice and picked up the bottle, suprised by his own movement without really thinking it*

Holly let another grin break out on her face. She never took her eyes from his."Good. Now cut yourself with it. Cut your arm." She told him, a malicious gleam in her eyes.

ooc: sorry that I'm kinda godding in these.....I can edit if you want.

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*Once again tristan felt his arm moving, seemingly on it's own accord. the glass touched his skin before he stopped it*
Wait... *said the voice in the very back of his head, growing a little stronger* Do I really want to do that?
Of course you do. Cut your arm.
*Tristan pressed the bottle to his skin, drawing a small drop of blood before stopping again* No...I don't think I will...

ooc: Nah, I don't mind.

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"Cut your arm." Holly thought slowly, putting emphasis on each word. She knew that if he wouldn't do it, she would. Her eyes bore into his, willing him to do what he was told.

*Tristan decided that it would be ok......so he listened to the voice in his head and pressed the bottle firmly against the skin in his arm, slicing the skin deep. He noticed as the blood poured from his gash all down his arm, but he didn't feel anything*

This was the first time Holly had used this spell on someone, and was rather displeased to see the emotionless look on Tristan's face. She lifted the spell off of him, thinking if he was in his own mind the pain would come back.

*As soon as the spell was lifted, all the thoughts came flooding back into tristan's mind, and it wasn't the only thing; he felt the pain hit him almost immediatly. He gasped in pain and coughed, holding his arm, letting the bottle drop back to the ground with a thud. The blood gushed from his arm as he tried to hold back the cries of pain*

Holly raised her eyebrows, half surprised it actually worked. "Well, that was fun, wasn't it?" She chuckled as he clutched his arm in pain. "Much more creative than your everyday cruciatus."

*Tristan sunk down to the ground onto his knees, pressing his arm against his shirt, cradeling it against his body. He curled his body into a ball, gritting his teeth to keep from calling out*

"And I feel better, too." She watched him laying on the ground, only half glad he wasn't screaming. She didn't need people asking questions.

"Leave me alone..." *He managed to moan, his voice breaking as he spoke*

Holly chuckled again, feeling triumphant. She kneeled on the ground infront of him and kissed his forehead and stood again. She walked back down the alley, disappearing into the dark.

*Tristan shivered as she kissed his forehead, gritting his teeth even harder as she got close to him. He let go of his arm automatically for a moment and wiped off his forehead, when he noticed he'd broken a sweat. After a moment, tristan convinced himself to get up and try to walk to the hospital wing. As he stood he felt dizzy and had to close his eyes for a few moments, leaning up against the building. He opened his eyes and started his slow procession towards the hospital wing*