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*Holmesian Feline* · 01-19-2013, 10:38 PM

6. Crucio

Albus…I’m failing you.

Minerva couldn’t help it. She felt a failure as news of torment and torture at the hands of the deatheaters-turned-professors reached her ears. It took all of her control not to attack the caster the first time she witnessed the unforgivable sent out right in front of her. From student…to student!

When had things gotten so out of hand?

It wasn’t like Umbridge’s rein where outright disobedience wasn’t met with loss of life. Or worse…the lives of those she oversaw…the students.

An unconscious wince went through the woman as if her body was reminding her of the stunners she took in Hagrid’s defense.

“Face it, Minerva, Yer not as young as ye once were,” she mused with a sigh and a shake of her head as she sat back in her chair in front of the evening fire. She certainly couldn’t stop everything herself.

Didn't mean she wasn't going to try either.

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Holmesian Feline MO & DMLE Chimaera Join Date: Oct 2006 Location: Baker Street Posts: 30,085 Hogwarts RPG Name: Celeste Gert Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Nadia Atreyu-Rehman Gryffindor Fifth Year Ministry RPG Name: Simon Spencer Bennett Law Enforcement Ministry RPG Name: Noah Bennett Minister's Office x8 x8	Toothless - Napoleon of Crime - Gryffinclaw - Owl Emissary - Pirate Auror - DoctorDonna 6. Crucio Albus…I’m failing you. Minerva couldn’t help it. She felt a failure as news of torment and torture at the hands of the deatheaters-turned-professors reached her ears. It took all of her control not to attack the caster the first time she witnessed the unforgivable sent out right in front of her. From student…to student! When had things gotten so out of hand? It wasn’t like Umbridge’s rein where outright disobedience wasn’t met with loss of life. Or worse…the lives of those she oversaw…the students. An unconscious wince went through the woman as if her body was reminding her of the stunners she took in Hagrid’s defense. “Face it, Minerva, Yer not as young as ye once were,” she mused with a sigh and a shake of her head as she sat back in her chair in front of the evening fire. She certainly couldn’t stop everything herself. Didn't mean she wasn't going to try either. __________________ Last edited by Holmesian Feline; 01-20-2013 at 12:19 AM.