@ofalvces
she wipes her hand across her mouth, tasting blood. crimson stains her teeth and iron is harsh against cracked lips, making her look like something out of a dark fairytale. midnight eyes are deranged ( perhaps a prelude to what she will later become ), darting from side to side, watching her closely. sizing her up. a harsh breath is taken, and she staggers forward, her lungs feeling as if they are about to collapse underneath bruised ribs. recognizance flashes in her eyes as she realizes who stands before her ( an auror, an enemy ). dark hood drops, revealing tangled curls, entwined with equal parts blood and dirt. a chill runs up her neck like a knife as she drops to the floor, knees giving away under her, and it feels as if an iron fist presses her against the ground. knocks the air right out of her. making her much more lamb, than she is lion --- though, right now, she’s both. “help me ---- i couldn’t fend them off,” she whispers, her voice coming out hoarse, more like a cackle than a plead. she’s not good enough of an actress ( or maybe she just doesn’t care enough ), so she can’t quite hide the glint of insanity that sparkles so brightly in her eyes. instead, she goes for an easier approach, a card she has played before. victim. it makes her want to roll her eyes. “tell me, longbottom, why do people do such evil things?” long fingers dig into the gravel below, blood mixing with dirt as skin and ground meet. her bottom lip is trembling, a pained expression strikes her face, but she doesn’t feel it. she never does.
