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      “GOD, I’m gonna be sick.” Leaning forward, Barbara focused on taking deep breaths through her mouth, trying to forget about the smell that surrounded them. “I don’t... I don’t know. It could be a good thing?? Maybe they got what they wanted and decided to stop. Or... do you think they would actually kill people??”

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      “PLEASE don’t mention funerals right now,” Barbara mumbled, squeezing her eyes shut as nausea rose once more. Pinching the bridge of her nose, she eventually opened her eyes again as a thought hit her. "... Is it unusually quiet right now??" she asked, thinking of the screams that she'd heard earlier. 

Eardrums bursting from the blood curling screams of pain, Perseus managed to keep the Cruciatus Curse going for a while without feeling too strained, but finally he grew weary. Making a quick motion with his wand, he cut the curse off, shaking his head at how easily the person before him had bent to his will. None of these weaklings would have survived a minute at Durmstrang. God, he missed that place. “Oh, come on, love, don’t be like that. We were just starting to have fun, and you’re already making such a fuss? Grow some thicker skin and learn to hold in your damn screams or I’ll be sending you home in a body bag.” Turning to the death eater next to him momentarily, Perseus shook his head, making several tsk-ing noises as his poor victim stirred in pain. A dangerous glint was in his eyes, similar to that of his deceased mum’s. “Can’t believe this idiot. Should’ve just told me what I asked for.” His attention returned to the crumpled body before them.“Not too late, you know. I guess I’m feeling generous today. How about you just tell me and we can end this? I’ll even let you live.”

        BARBARA HAD READ ABOUT THE CRUCIATUS CURSE IN DADA; descriptions of the worst torture spell known to man, inflicting excruciating pain upon its victims, capable of driving them mad if subjected to it long enough. But NO amount of descriptions & tales could have mentally or physically prepared her for the unimaginable pain she experienced now. It felt like every nerve-ending was on on fire, like hot knives cut up each inch of her skin. Throat raw from screaming, the tortured noises eventually transformed into panicked sobs as the curse ended. Though she wasn’t technically subjected to it any longer, the pain still lingered, causing nausea to build in her throat. Rolling over on her side, she vomited once in front of the Death Eater, only managing to crawl three steps away from the puke before her shaking limbs gave out. Wrapping an arm protectively around her stomach, she curled up into a ball, resting her cheek against the cold floor as she tried to calm her frenzied sobs. ( It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, IT'S OKAY ). It became harder & harder to remember that the Cruciatus Curse wouldn’t actually hurt the baby when it felt like she was being burned alive. She repeated the mantra in her mind until the words almost lost all meaning, clinging to her hope with everything she had.  “Please, please, please ---,” she begged, hiccuping, though she never finished the plea. Barbara couldn’t reveal anything about Dumbledore’s Army, couldn’t live with the choice if she did, and she knew the only other option was simply to endure. Endure whatever curses the Death Eater thew at her, and hope it would end soon.

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      “.... Not really?? But I suppose I’ll have to. Sorry, I just got so warm all of the sudden, I couldn’t stand it. --- A cooling charm would probably have been a better idea, now that I think about it.”

“Well, you know what they say. Life’s full of surprises.” @barbiegriffiths

      “You don’t fucking say.”

“Has anyone seen Bernard? He ran off while we were getting off the train and I haven’t seen him since. I hope he didn’t get stuck in Hogsmeade…”

      “No, I haven’t, sorry.  --- I actually haven’t seen Fabio since we got back either. Perhaps they ran off together to elope. Wanna go look for them??”

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