Flame walked the corridors proudly, her head held high, her pace fast. She was not one to dawdle- she hated people who dawdled. How often she had wanted to curse those who dawdled, then again she was always ready to curse people.

Her black hair fell against her pale face and she looked ghostly as she turned down a deserted corridor, dimly lit by a few candles on the walls. It was quiet, few ever came here. Why? Noone knew, it just wasn't used.

She stopped infront of part of the wall, around half-way down it and gazed down the corridor. Hurry up. she thought, she hated time wasters.

Tyrin appeared out of the shadows, his wand being twizzled in his fingers. "So this is Harshing's work - a tired out corridor?" He laughed, knowing full well that the thing he was going into would be much worse. He held back his fear and let his arrogance take him for a ride.

"Where is it then?"

When he eventually appeared he made the most stupid comment ever and Flame shook her head. "No, but we're close." she told him. Then she pushed the wall and they were stood in a hidden room. "Where you want to be" she told him "Is through that door." she was staring at a solid oak door, obviously quite old. "That's where the wanders happen."

With his wand directed at the door he sent a non-verbal stunner at it. It bounced right off and ricocheted until it faded. He stepped forward then looked at Flame. "Is this a trick? You go first." He stepped aside waiting for her to approach the door.

Flame rose a brow and laughed. "I've experienced that place, I'm not going in again." she told him. "I changed... for the worse perhaps, but I still changed." she walked over and opened the door to reveal an empty room. "You said you wanted to know." she told him. "One minute, that's all it takes."

He ran in and fired a salvo of stunners but they dissolved into the wall. Everything went black and icily cold. He looked around and the door had vanished, he seemed to be in a limbo of darkness, no floor and no ceiling. He ran for many minutes. There didn't seem to be an edge.

A searing pain forced him to his knees. And a masked, hooded man paced forwards, laughing.

"Hello Tyrin," the rasping voice said. "You are my biggest fan." The man held out his hand which was knarled and dirty. "Coldstone Harshing, pleasure."

Tyrin stood up and approached it but then a wand appeared into the outstretched hand and a spectrum of color chained him up.

"Shall I show you how I killed your father that night? Shall I reveal to you how he screamed for my mercy?" Harshing was holding his kneck now, stroking his face and kissing it. Each time he touched Tyrin it was poison. His father appeared from no where, Harshing sent a spell at Secturium and he fell.

"First I cut his body." A dagger appeared in Harshing's hand. He knelt and began to remove Sect's clothes. Harshing then sliced every inch of skin, his father screaming, trying to fight back. Tyrin sobbed, his eyes red. He couldn't move and help.

"Then, I removed his digits." And, Harshing bit off every finger on Tyrin's fathers hands, spitting them aside like a savage dog. The whole scene in blood now, his father hanging onto his life by a thread.

"Using Legilimency I kept him like this for days on end." Harshing closed his eyes and breathed with pleasure. "He could not die, but was in agony and very much aware the whole time. Not even enough energy to scream. He didnt announce what he was going to do next but proceeded by removing the organs, and force feeding his father. It was too horrible to watch, Tyrin closed his eyes but could still see everything. He was sick everywhere but it vanished.

"Then he died. He didn't allow me to finish. He distrupted my ceremony. That is why I burnt his body and vanished the ashes. He would never have a funeral."

Tyrin was convulsing all over, he wanted to die. He wanted to carve out his stomach. He couldn't say anything. he was so afraid and full of hatred with the man in front of him he wanted to just die to save the bother of seeing him ever again.

"And now Tyrin. It is your turn."

With one lashing of pain the room turned back and Tyrin ran to the door, and rattled the knocker. "FLame! Open this. Open this NOW!" He was screaming.

Flame watched the scene from outside the door, cld smirk across her face. She had warned him it wasn't nice, had she not? Had she not told him he would be changed? She let out a merciless laugh as he begged for help, and it seemed for a while she would never open the door but watch his torment go on and on- he would not die in their- he'd just live his worst nightmare and it certainly was a nightmare, how she enjoyed to watch and when she eventually opened the door her smirk was as wide and as cold as ever, twisted across her face in a demented fashion and a harsh laugh escaped her. "What's wrong, Harshing got your tongue?"

Tyrin charged past her and was sick, barely able to breath. His eyes were red raw with tears. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at Flame. "You evil b*tch!" Tears flung everywhere.


He wanted to cause her pain as an excuse to vent his anger out on someone."Crucio!"


OOC: This wont work well. Tyrin has never used an unforgivable before, so just take a step back or something.

Flame stared at him as he charged from the room and shook her head. She hadn't reacted this badly, she hadn't reacted nearly this badly. She could tell he was angry, very angry and she was, in a way, proud of herself. She had just upset her rival and that always made her feel good. His curse was obviously a first, pathetically weak she merely stepped to the side of it. Had it been Harshing's she'd have never escaped but this was just a weak first attempt. "Sick? I didn' control that scene, you did. Your mind controlled what happened in their. This room is quite an invention, makes you live your worst nightmare." she paused. "I did warn you that it would change you, you've got to give me that."

"I'm..I'm... going to see the head about this!" He blurted out, knowing that he would not resort to telling. This room however was a threat. How had Harshing managed to build it? Create it? He admitted, even in his recklessness that it was genius. For several moments he breathed, soon he recovered, the tears had vanished and he smiled once more.

"Excuse me, I rather over reacted. I see what this does. It plays out your worst fear using sensory magic. Clever, very clever." He had been touched by what had happened, but he would never breathe a word of it to anyone.

"I have some work to do." He made a mock bow before walking away and rushing off to the library.

Flame watched him with her eyes twinkling, her smile not faltering on her thin and pale face onto which her long, silky black hair draped. Hidden under her long, black robes Flame's form was not to be seen but it was an amazing form. She laughed at his reaction. "Go run to the head, idiot-boy." she taunted. Then, oddly, he came to a sudden change. "I see you appreciate it." she whispered coldly but then he left and she also left, cleverly concealing the magical room.