Another beautiful day had begun in Fandom, not that anyone in detention would have noticed. The lack of sunlight, the pleasant sound of Umbridge's voice, and the slightly stale smell of breakfast were all important aspects to making every day in detention routine! Surely everyone knew that surprises were no fun
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"No, no, NO," she shrieked, clutching her head in her hands, trying to make some sense of the screaming of the child of Azarath and the howling of the demon and the magics that were clamping down again on them both.
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Now that felt like child's play.
"You didn't," he said, in a voice that was almost a growl. "Fix it."
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Obey.
"I-I cannot," she stammered. "I do not know how!" She wasn't sure if she was talking to Jack or the magics clawing at her brain.
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She lifted her head, voice becoming more steady as she looked at Jack. "And so do you."
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He was talking wildly, without really listening to himself -- but he absolutely meant it.
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She lifted her hand. "I am not the only killer here," she said, trying to worm her way into his mind. She could feel the hidden fear of becoming a beast, a wolf, out of control and hunting, claws and fangs tearing into the flesh of someone screaming No, Jack, no! She pulled it forth, trying to make it seem real in his mind.
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He shut his eyes tightly. "No. This isn't real. You aren't real."
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Which wasn't precisely the truth, but if it got people away from her so she could get out of there, she'd let them believe it.
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And besides, he needed to cry.
"One day you'll get what you deserve," he said, with the last of his energy. "And the rest of us will laugh."
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No, no friends. Just obedience.
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You can only cause it.
"She was bad. She would not do as she was told. She had to be punished."
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