 Kaplinski Rival Sorting Hat Machine
She felt his hold grow stronger as the last memory came. But with this, she closed her eyes - she did not need to re-live this again.
Marce had been expecting Archie and so, she answered the door to Snape's private quarters. It was immediately clear that Darrin was not only drunk, but feeling very violent. Almost instantly he took a swing at her, flinging her to the ground.
Gruffly he dragged her by the upper arm and strung her up, making googly faces at her, asking what was wrong, laughing in between his words. The strong scent of drink on his breath came back to her, as she heard her body once again being dropped to the ground.
Weak and helpless, he kicked her to the side, before dragging her by the wrists and stringing her up on the bed. Closing the bed drapes with his wand, making snide remarks about it having been the bed Snape had defouled her in, he forced her into staying with him all night.
The tears now beyond the point where she could hold them back, she broke free from his hold and turned to face the wall, her forehead level with it, her face cupped completely in her hands. In between her sobs, she choked, "So now do you see, now do you see why I had to do it?" |