She was angry; too angry for words to explain. Why were people such idiots these days? Why was Jamie such an idiot? She stormed to the lake in a dark mood, her wand drawn as she shot cold, dangerous looks at everyone around her. At least she hadn't seen Harshing- that was her only comfort. No Harshing meant she felt free, she didn't obey anyone. Uncontrolable and dangerous, would anyone dare approach the dark-haired, pale-skinned girl?

Tyrin was talking to a few friends, enjoying the day. Transfiguration and Defense had occured for his first two lessons - brilliant. Then he turned, heading to his next lesson and spotted Flame. He drew out his wand on principal - the girl was trouble, they had had a few run ins to only get to the conclusion that he hated her and she hated him, each thought the other was better.

"If it isn't that Lestrange girl," he smirked, "Whats wrong this time? PMT?"

She had just been settling by the lake when his voice rung, causing her wand to snap from her pocket and aim itself straight at the boy as a cold, twisted grimace crossed her face. "Always the same, aren't we, Tyrin? That's what they call you, right? You don't understand me and never will so why don't you just crawl back into the hole you came from? You've got nothing on me." her grey eyes sparkled- how she wanted to curse him, he needed teaching a lesson, but she refrained though how long it would last was unpredictable.

Tyrin laughed, it was always fun winding the Lestrange girl up. Even though they were from the same house they were opposite ends of the Slytherin spectrum. Tyrin was more ambitious and cunning where as Lestrange inherited the darker Slytherin traits.

He sensed that she would love to lash out at him. "Nothing on you? Why don't you have a shot and we'll see if me, a seventh year can beat a mere fourth year in a duel!"

Here they went again- Lestrange and Yates ready to curse the other, searching for a reason not to do it- though their weren't any. They were total opposites; other than their house and that was what led to this clash. Each hated the others way of thinking. "You think I'm scared of you? You think I'm scared of a seventh year when I've taken on much older." she didn't say what she'd done, but she was proud to have done it. Ashwood wouldn't return to his teaching job at Hogwarts- he didn't have the mind to.

Tyrin had had enough of her insolence. He was a strong believer in Age meant respect. He pointed his wand at her, "Come now Lestrange, if you weren't scared you would have attacked by now."

He brandished his wand through the air, Ready for anything she was to throw at him.

He thought he was better, she knew he had power- but did he have something on her? Did he have any experience of unforgivables? They were unblockable and the only way to avoid them was to dodge them. But what if he didn't know what she was going to do. She hadn't practiced it much, just a few times with her mother before she once again returned, but what if she didn't say a word? What if she performed the curse as an unverbal. She decided to try it. She concentrated, but it didn't show, and thought hard of the spell she wanted to cast. Crucio it didn't work the first time. CRUCIO it worked- but would he dodge or feel it's force?

He didn't dodge. He wasn't prepared for a Cruciatus curse. He fell and shook violently, desperate to expel the swollen pain throughout his body. He felt his skin boil and cool to subzero at the same time simultaneous with the feeling of knives cutting through his skin.

He didn't have the power to think of anything other than the infinite pain in which he wallowed and begged for release.

She laughed coldly, staring down at his writhing body. How she loved this- causing pain to others. It was enjoyable, it was one of the few things she found happiness in doing. She held it on for a while then released the spell, looking down at him. "Next time, I won't take it off so soon." she told him with a sick smile.

((Is Harshing still recruiting Flame as death eater?))

Cecelia, who had been walking by the lake felt her eyes fall wide as she saw her sister's best friend...

"Flame?"

He breathed deeply, took a few moments to recover then brought himself to his feet with magic. "You little bitch!" He snarled and cut across the air, "Diffindo." The result of the spell would be to cut across her face.

The spell caught her and she had a cut across her pale face, the crimson blood running down and she laughed. "You call that pain. I don't care what you do. You've got nothing." she then turned to see Cecelia and smiled. "Yeah, problem?" she was in no mind that she would be merciful to anyone who stood against her actions. She spat at Tyrin and then she shrugged. She'd be a death eater one day- then she would be on the run like so many others.

He breathed. An unforgivable curse was beyond Tyrin. He refused to use them in such a situation. Flame was lethal, and she could get into big trouble for that. They were, after all illegal.

He turned to the new arrival and winked. Tyrin flicked his wand and her spittle came to his fingers, set alight and he threw it back at her.

She dodged it, she had seen it coming with ease. Flame was not one to be tricked easily. She shook her head at Tyrin. "If only I had... I don't know..." she had heard he'd been reading on of Harshing's books. "An axe maybe. I could cause you even more pain."

Tyrin laughed, "Fan of Harshing's work?" Yes. He had read one or two. He assumed Flame was an avid fan of all of them. Among the dark arts circles Harshing was a legend for thinking up of ways to enhance pleasure during torture and murder, inventing even sicker ways to kill and murder. Volume one of the Arts of Darkness had proven this.

"He doesn't scare me," he lied. When he had read the axe scene he wanted to be sick. If Finn wasn't there be probably would have been.

Flame smiled, did he not know? How could he not know their had been a time when she and Harshing worked together. Maybe she should have remembered the exact spot of room 101, then she could have shown Tyrin terror. "He did worse things." she shrugged. "But I'm not the one to tell you about that." she stared at him harder. "I don't think it appears in the books though."

A small, unnoticable shiver shimmied down his spine. He licked his lips which had gone dry. He could not imagine anything worse than some of the things he had already read. He only hoped that Harshing had given his father a quick death. He foolishly hoped that, he knew that his father would have been begging for mercy, enduring terrible Pain. And, Harshing would have been screaming with the pleasure of it.

He always wanted to imagine his father died a heros death. But somehow, he knew that would never be the case.

"Why don't you just marry the b*stard?"

Flame laughed and shook her head. "I'm not that crazy. He's just done worse things. Things you can't even imagine and their remains will never leave this castle. They will wait for his return, or use by someone who knows their position. Waiting. Just waiting for a victim to their terrible deeds." she looked crazy as she spoke of it. She'd never tell him what it was- she just wished she could remember where it was.

Tyrin had a burning desire to know what it was she was speaking of. "Tell me!" he yelled at her. He advanced, his wand aimed at her throat. He then lowered his wand and stepped backwards. She would never tell him. It was useless trying.

She was surprised by his outburst and stepped back from him. "My my, what's got into you?" she sniggered. Then she shrugged. "I could tell you..." she looked around, it had finally clicked, she knew where it was. "Or I could show you." she stared around. "Well, do you really want to know?"

Was she playing games? He raised an eyebrowe. Surely she would not show him. Then again, what was there to lose? He stepped forward, "take me to the place." That was it, his ego couldn't turn back now. He wanted to see - to really see Harshing's power. Then he would be able to assess what measures to take against Harshing, his mortal enemy.

She smiled and nodded. "Just a warning, you'll live but, perhaps, you'll come out changed. When I say changed I mean changed too, the world will seem... different. Do you understand that?" she needed to make sure he could hack it, after all- to understand what it was he'd need to enter.

Different? What the heck did she mean? It was too late, he had to understand. His curiosity had taken over. He must go and be enlightened. "I understand, its a risk I'll take." He waited for her to move. He wanted to go and see it.

She shrugged and turned her back on him, walking at a brisk and purposeful pace. She couldn't wait to see his weakness, his worst fear. She would, of course, be watching everything that went on in the chamber. "Come on, then." she called behind her.

He followed, nervous now. His teeth were clenched and he broke out in a hot sweat. THe very door seemed to pulse darkness. It had a terrible edge to it. He moved towards Flame. He was beside her now, waiting for her to lead the way and show him Harshing's "great" thing.

She led him down the corridors into a deserted one, a sick smile all to show that what he was to see was not good. In fcat, she was rather enjoying herself, treading the path she had very few times to a place she often dreaded but at other times wanted to be.

((I posted in the topic in bathrooms and corridors))