Sleeping Beauty
Shutting the bedroom door against interfering parents who were at the end of their ropes and were too likely to Avada Kedavra him proved to be more difficult than he ever imagined.
Bill looked down to the bed at the sleeping girl. He was reminded of those muggle fairytales about princesses whom were awakened by their first kiss. He was no prince charming.
Chuckling softly Bill takes something out from his pant pocket. He casts an engorgio spell enlarging his supplies to their normal size. Opening the bag, he takes out the three large glasses, a bucket, three eggs, two candles, the large water bottle and a cigarette package. He hopes he has no need for these things but he has come prepared in case Pansy's curse is of a far more complicated nature.
Using his wand he casts a disillusionment spell uncovering the true nature of Pansy's condition. She has been cursed. It is not a malicious curse in the sense of a common curse witches or wizards can cast upon each other, no this curse is different. A kind of curse one may overlook not believing that something so simple could cause so much damage.
Envy. Jealousy. Those emotions can eat upon the soul of its victim. It can weaken them, un-stabilizing their magic. In all probable cause the person who cursed Pansy may not have even intended to harm her. May not have even realized they've cursed her. They may have even unintentionally cursed her, probably wishing for the girl to just simply vanish.
And Pansy had vanished, she had laid here for months shut out from the rest of the world.
To cure her, Bill couldn't just use simple wizardry magic as that would just make things worst. Probably the reason Pansy had yet to awaken from this coma was that everytime wizardry magic was use it probably help cement the curse further into Pansy's soul. No, he would have to rely on other tools.
Taking out one of the eggs he had brought with him he began to recite an ancient chant he had learned during his travels overseas. The egg would come to replace Pansy's body and as it passed over her it would absorb all the negativity harvested in the young Slytherin girl.
He would have to do this three times, each time the chant cleansing Pansy's spirits, reawakening her magic, allowing her to slowly heal.
Bill could see Pansy already recovering, as she regained some colour upon her cheeks, how her breathing seemed less laboured.
Setting the eggs aside, he poured water upon two clear cups leaving the third cut empty. He took one of the cups that had water in it and he broke one egg watching as the yolk descended to the bottom of the cup. There were small little pins of air surrounding the yolk. Pins, the kind one would inflict upon a voodoo doll.
The curse had been strong. It seemed he was mistaken, whomever had set it had clearly disliked the girl, had probably even felt threatened by her had wanted more than just for the girl to vanish.
He tossed the content of the cup inside the empty glass chanting a spell breaking the ties, the strings, the curse may have had on Pansy's soul. He repeated this process two more times until he was satisfied that the curse was broken.
He took the cups and threw the three eggs and the water into a bucket.
Lighting a cigarette Bill then began to smoked it blowing the air along Pansy's body. Muggle magic, weaker than wizard magic but it would be strong enough for this purpose. Lighting another cigarette, he continue to smoked it, letting the smoke encircle the girl. This would detect any remaining strings, remaining curse.
Nothing. The girl was now clean.
Bill dump the cigarette butts into the pail saying one last chant, letting the trap curse die.
"Pansy," he called to the girl. "Ms. Parkinson."
He watched as her eyelids flicker, as she awakened from a long sleep.
"You're safe now. Welcome back to the world of the living, Ms. Parkinson."
Bill looked down to the bed at the sleeping girl. He was reminded of those muggle fairytales about princesses whom were awakened by their first kiss. He was no prince charming.
Chuckling softly Bill takes something out from his pant pocket. He casts an engorgio spell enlarging his supplies to their normal size. Opening the bag, he takes out the three large glasses, a bucket, three eggs, two candles, the large water bottle and a cigarette package. He hopes he has no need for these things but he has come prepared in case Pansy's curse is of a far more complicated nature.
Using his wand he casts a disillusionment spell uncovering the true nature of Pansy's condition. She has been cursed. It is not a malicious curse in the sense of a common curse witches or wizards can cast upon each other, no this curse is different. A kind of curse one may overlook not believing that something so simple could cause so much damage.
Envy. Jealousy. Those emotions can eat upon the soul of its victim. It can weaken them, un-stabilizing their magic. In all probable cause the person who cursed Pansy may not have even intended to harm her. May not have even realized they've cursed her. They may have even unintentionally cursed her, probably wishing for the girl to just simply vanish.
And Pansy had vanished, she had laid here for months shut out from the rest of the world.
To cure her, Bill couldn't just use simple wizardry magic as that would just make things worst. Probably the reason Pansy had yet to awaken from this coma was that everytime wizardry magic was use it probably help cement the curse further into Pansy's soul. No, he would have to rely on other tools.
Taking out one of the eggs he had brought with him he began to recite an ancient chant he had learned during his travels overseas. The egg would come to replace Pansy's body and as it passed over her it would absorb all the negativity harvested in the young Slytherin girl.
He would have to do this three times, each time the chant cleansing Pansy's spirits, reawakening her magic, allowing her to slowly heal.
Bill could see Pansy already recovering, as she regained some colour upon her cheeks, how her breathing seemed less laboured.
Setting the eggs aside, he poured water upon two clear cups leaving the third cut empty. He took one of the cups that had water in it and he broke one egg watching as the yolk descended to the bottom of the cup. There were small little pins of air surrounding the yolk. Pins, the kind one would inflict upon a voodoo doll.
The curse had been strong. It seemed he was mistaken, whomever had set it had clearly disliked the girl, had probably even felt threatened by her had wanted more than just for the girl to vanish.
He tossed the content of the cup inside the empty glass chanting a spell breaking the ties, the strings, the curse may have had on Pansy's soul. He repeated this process two more times until he was satisfied that the curse was broken.
He took the cups and threw the three eggs and the water into a bucket.
Lighting a cigarette Bill then began to smoked it blowing the air along Pansy's body. Muggle magic, weaker than wizard magic but it would be strong enough for this purpose. Lighting another cigarette, he continue to smoked it, letting the smoke encircle the girl. This would detect any remaining strings, remaining curse.
Nothing. The girl was now clean.
Bill dump the cigarette butts into the pail saying one last chant, letting the trap curse die.
"Pansy," he called to the girl. "Ms. Parkinson."
He watched as her eyelids flicker, as she awakened from a long sleep.
"You're safe now. Welcome back to the world of the living, Ms. Parkinson."