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EmmaRiddle · 03-23-2004, 05:17 PM

This is the official sequel to P&P. The majority of the 'old' characters know the storyline. I am afraid that no new characters are avaliable for this RP, so I am sorry but nobody new can join.

This wont be starting untill tommorow, but seeing as I had a title in my head, I sussed it would be best to open it now. Plus I would like everyone just to put up a brief character analysis and explain how their character/s have developed up to this point.

If anyone comes up with a better title, then tell me. I'd like everyone's thoughts on it, as i didn't really think about it much.

EmmaRiddle · 05-06-2004, 10:28 PM

Poppy wasn't as suspicious as Sybill, but she always had a mothering instinct to know when something was wrong with one of her ill students. Her gut told her that something must have gone wrong, for Marcella to not have returned from the bathrooms yet. And what with it being her, the daughter of the Dark Lord, she had no doubts that she would most likely have fallen into trouble once more.

But nothing, no pre-empted idea or thought could've prepared her for what she saw when she opened the door to the only locked shower cubicle in the bathrooms. Marcella lay, on the ground in a most awkward fashion. Her arm, with deep gashes down it, lay strewn across her chest. What looked like earlier trails of tears, on her cheeks, were now carrying trails of blood that looked to be seeping from her scalp. Clasping a shaky hand to her suddenly dry mouth in shock, she set the girl into the recovery position, drapped her robe over her naked body and dashed from the room, in a frenzy, knowing she had to find someone urgently.

Biochemkris · 05-06-2004, 10:36 PM

Snape allowed Kristi to lead him to the Hospital Wing. When he was in a better state of mind, he'd have to remember to deride her for it. Caught up in his thoughts, he hadn't been watching where he was going and it was only Kristi pulling him out of the way, that saved him from running headlong into Madame Pomfrey as she scurried down the hall.

EmmaRiddle · 05-06-2004, 10:41 PM

Not looking where she were going, directly, she found herself face to face with the dark chest of Severus Snape.

Stepping backward, she composed herself and stammered, "Professor Snape. I'm afraid I need your assistance..." her eyes skirted toward the student stood next to him and she knew she had to be confidential. "A student appears to have serious injuries, possibly the after affects of a cruciatus curse. They're in the prefect bathrooms, I found her collapsed and bleeding extensively from the head. I really think I need to find Professor Dumbledore, but I cant leave her unaided and without treatment for her serious wounds."

Biochemkris · 05-06-2004, 10:47 PM

"What can I do to assist you?" Snape asked. "Kristi can go fetch the Headmaster."

EmmaRiddle · 05-06-2004, 10:50 PM

Hurrying the man along beside her and quickly shooing the girl in the direction of the headmaster's office, she turned to him and swiftly said, "With your experience, I'm hoping you shall be able to tell if it is, as a suspect, the after math of the cruciatus curse." she said, opening the door to the prefects bathroom. "I covered her body to save her face, not that that really matters..." she mumbled, "But then the curse does not explain the head injuries." Pulling back the curtain to the cubicle, she warned him, "It's not a pleasant sight."

Biochemkris · 05-07-2004, 05:24 AM

ooc: I don’t think you should have left me so much free reign with that last post, Emma. You know that when I have hours upon hours after you’ve gone to bed to post, I always write a book

Snape stepped up beside Madame Pomfrey as she held open the curtain to the cubicle. As he looked down at the pale, limp body of the girl, it took his mind a moment to register who it was: Marcella. He froze and stood staring at her still form; there was no motion at all coming from the body to indicate that she was even alive. Finally realizing that Poppy was still standing there, he gathered himself together and knelt down next to Marcella, the water which still covered the cubicle floor, soaking through his new clothes. He gently pushed the hair back from her face before putting a hand on her neck to feel her pulse. It was rapid and fluttery, but there, and Snape let out a breath he hadn’t even known he’d been holding. "It could have been the Cruciatus curse, but I can't say for sure," he said, taking off his outer robe to more fully cover Marcella's limp body.

After adjusting the robe, he looked more carefully at the wound on her head. It was still bleeding, as head wounds are wont to do, but it was relatively shallow. She should be fine once she was cleaned up and attended to by the deft hands of the matron. Only after taking a cloth from nearby and washing the blood off Marcella’s face, did Snape turn back to address Madame Pomfrey. "The head wound may have occurred during a fall or it could have been self-inflicted," Snape continued, lifting her into his arms and walking back to the infirmary, with Madame Pomfrey jogging to keep up with him.

Many thoughts raced through his mind as he briskly, but carefully, walked Marcella back to the Hospital Wing. He'd been overjoyed to find her alive and wondered if perhaps he still loved her after all. He shook his head; he had known from the start that he could never fall in love with Marcella Riddle. She was twenty years his junior, she was the daughter of the Dark Lord, God-daughter of Dumbledore, and irritated him to no end. He should never have touched her, looked at her, talked to her, or spent any amount of time with her, even if she had been entrusted to his care. He should have closely guarded his emotions, or even asked Dumbledore to allow Kristi to remain with him over that fateful summer. Maybe if Marcella had had any sort of real companionship, none of this would have happened. There were a lot of what ifs, it seemed. There were an infinite number of alternate scenarios that could have played out where he would not have fallen in love with Marcella nor had his still beating heart ripped out of his chest and left out in the noonday sun for the carrion birds to feast upon.

If Snape had his way, he wouldn't be carrying her, even now. What he needed to was to get as far away from this girl as possible. It wasn't doing him any good. Surely Dumbledore could find another safe place for the girl to stay, away from Hogwarts or even in another, remote part of the castle where they'd never have any chance of meeting one another. He'd gladly forgo his meals in the Great Hall...

They made it back to the Hospital Wing and still Marcella hadn't stirred. Poppy pointed to a bed and Snape gently laid Marcella upon it, careful to ensure that the robes covering her did not slip. Restraining himself from smoothing the hair from her face, Snape stepped back from the bed, ready to leave.

EmmaRiddle · 05-07-2004, 12:17 PM

The imagery there, with the birds and the heart, was really awsomely powerful. I bow down to the queen of rping.

Now, what to do...

Hurrying after the professor, she watched as he had lifted and carried her to the hospital wing. Granted, she could not have carried the girl alone, but then wasn't that what magic was for? If he could've easily lifted her with a spell, why did he feel it necessary to touch her with his hands?

Eyeing them suspiciously, she remembered faintly, the whispers she had heard at the staff table whilst the professor had been locked up in Azkaban. It would seem that some of the rumors were true. Even now, she knew he were hurting deeply for some reason, but his lingering stance next to the bed told her he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to leave.

Cleaning the head wounds, the nurse found that there was no sufficient damage to the skull and thus laid her to rest under the blankets, after adquately dressing her, asking the professor to turn his back whilst she did so. However, when she had asked him this, he had seemed entranced, his eyes fixed on her body. The man cared for, that was for sure, but how much. Knowing she shouldn't meddle, but knowing also the headmaster would wish to know what had happened to his god-daughter, she briefly said, "I shall go see where Kristi has gotten to." and then left the room, without giving the man chance to leave or object.

Biochemkris · 05-07-2004, 02:53 PM

Wow, after that last post of mine you want me to do humor?

Kristi ran off toward the Headmaster's office while Snape went off with Madame Pomfrey to help with the injured student. It wasn't until she stood in front of the stone gargoyle entrance which led to Dumbledore's office that she realized that she didn't know the password. She cursed in frustration and began to list all the different candies she could think of, knowing that the Headmaster was quite quirky and seemed to stick to that theme when choosing new passwords for the door. After a good twenty minutes of standing in the corridor, racking her brain, Kristi decided that it might be better to just give up and head back to the infirmary when she spotted Madame Pomfrey bustling down the hall.

Biochemkris · 05-07-2004, 04:08 PM

Snape tried to will his feet to move, but after he had taken a few steops from the bed, they became glued to the spot. His eyes betrayed him, as well, as they remained fixed on Marcella's body. Reluctantly, he turned when Poppy had told him to and the woman abruptly left the wing without giving him a chance to object. Assuming that meant Marcella was now properly dressed, Snape turned to face the bed once more and found himself sitting in a chair beside it, without concious knowledge of how he had gotten there.

best deatheater · 05-07-2004, 04:50 PM

After being thrown from the room by Snape, Archie hastily got dressed in to his black shirt, cloak and trousers whilst in the corridor and stormed off out in to the midnight grounds. As he stepped out into the cool night air he kept taking long strides until he came to the edge of the cliff of Hogwarts that overlooked the lake. He stared down at the black surface of the lake, glimmering by the light of the sickle moon Archie stared at his reflection in the lake. As he stared it for what seemed like hours eventually he came out of the trance-like state when his reflection rippled, his face oddly distorted, he looked up to see the Giant squid sinking away from him.

EmmaRiddle · 05-07-2004, 07:41 PM

Having spotted the ignorant child bumbling around the stone gargoyle, she pushed her aside, shaking her head, feeling just able to restrain herself from smacking the girl. "The password is vampire lollipops!"

As she said these words, the gargoyle stepped back and the stairs began to turn upward. Stepping onto them, she dragged the girl along with her, instinct telling her that the pair needed to be left alone a little longer.

Her eyes flickering open slowly, she was shocked to find herself dressed and in a bed underneath warm blankets. She couldn't remember changing herself and she couldn't even recall having left the bathrooms. In shock, she turned over in the bed and found herself almost face to face with Severus, who were sat next to her in a chair. Jumping a little, she cursed and then began to stammer, her eyes zooming around the room, rapidly, "Where am I? How did I get here?"

Biochemkris · 05-07-2004, 07:47 PM

Kristi was shocked that Madame Pomfrey could be so rough and so didnt' protest as she was dragged behind the woman. However, as they reached the top of the stairs, she wrenched herself free from the woman. "I can walk on my own, thanks," she sneered as they approached Dumbledore's office door.

Snape watched Marcella and a few moments after Poppy had left he saw her eyes flutter open. "You're in the Hospital Wing. I brought here from the prefects bathroom. What did you do to yourself?" he asked, coldly.

EmmaRiddle · 05-07-2004, 07:54 PM

She sighed gruffly and turned away from the man, her cheeks resting on the opposite side of the pillow. Picking at the corner of it, she sighed, "Why do you have to assume it was self-inflicted? Do I really seem that crazy, as to perform an unforgivable on myself?" she scoffed. She was surprisingly sarcastic for someone so weak, but whenever he agitated her, she always seemed to find the inner strength to defend herself.

Biochemkris · 05-07-2004, 08:02 PM

Snape sat stiffly in the chair, his elbows resting on the arms as he stared at Marcella. "You've proven to me that you are as unpredicatable and careless as I took you for when I first met you. Why should I not think it was self-inflicted?"

EmmaRiddle · 05-07-2004, 08:14 PM

"Well, maybe next time I decide to use an unforgivable on myself, I'll use the killing curse." she muttered, bitterly, still not turning back to face him. Why was he being so difficult. Maybe it had something to do with what had happened but still, she had almost died. She had thought she were dead. Without making a sound, she opened her mind, without knowing it and just cried quietly onto the pillow, her tears being left free to trickle down their own path.

Biochemkris · 05-07-2004, 08:26 PM

Snape was surprised when he was suddenly bombarded with thoughts and emotions. It took him a moment to filter and focus, as he was unprepared for the onslaught. He was overcome by the hurt and fear Marcella was broadcasting. Abandoning his initial plan to give her a piece of his mind, Snape got up, moved to the other side of the bed, and knelt so that he was face-to-face with her.

EmmaRiddle · 05-07-2004, 08:30 PM

"What?!" she asked, as she found his face in front of hers, rather awkwardly. Despite the extreme length to which he were annoying her, she felt a heart wrenching urge to reach out and touch him, hold him, kiss him.

Biochemkris · 05-07-2004, 08:34 PM

"I think I understand what Kristi was saying," Snape began, moving to another chair, now that he had Marcella's attention, once more. "I am ready to listen if you are willing to tell me what happened."

EmmaRiddle · 05-07-2004, 08:37 PM

"What happened? When? Just now? With Archie? While you were in prison?" she asked, frantically, not knowing where to start. So much had happened and she was limited as to what she could say. A part of her desparately just wanted to reach out and touch him, another part of her wanted to recoil and never look at the man again.

Biochemkris · 05-07-2004, 08:40 PM

Snape ran a hand through his hair as he sighed. He watched as his pale hand fell limply into his lap before looking back at Marcella, a lock of hair falling into his eyes. "Why don't you start with what happened with Archie?" he said, biting back a sneer.

EmmaRiddle · 05-07-2004, 08:45 PM

Suddenly she felt her throat becoming constricted. Swallowing hard, she turned her eyes toward the ceiling, as she felt a fresh wave of tears tingle in her eyes. "I did that with Archie, of my own free will. No-one was controlling me. No-one told me what to do. No-one forced me into it. And I am so ashamed of myself. But I had nowhere else to turn. No-one left and I needed...I needed to feel loved to be able to say.." at this point, the curse kicked in and her mouth seemed to clamp shut. Squeezing her eyes tightly, she cried pathetically. There was no way he would ever understand or accept any of this.

Biochemkris · 05-07-2004, 08:56 PM

Snape listened to what she had to say, but it wasn't what he was hoping to hear. But, he couldn't deny that she regretted her actions. "Then, what happened just now?" he asked, sounding incredibly tired and worn.

EmmaRiddle · 05-07-2004, 09:00 PM

"I was being punished.." she said, the memory distinctly clear in her throbbing mind. "He, my father, was punishing me. He said that he knew, about what though, I dont know. he said that I disgusted him and then...then.." she coughe da little and sat up, leaning her back against the pillow. "He performed the cruciatus curse on me. I was so distraught from...earlier...that I couldn't even begin to resist it."

Biochemkris · 05-07-2004, 09:06 PM

Habitual concern overcoming Snape's inhibitions, he got up and sat next to Marcella on the bed, one leg hanging off the edge, the other bent upon the bed. Placing a hand on her cheek, he turned her face so that she was looking at him. "Are you sure you don't know what it was he was punishing you for? Surely it had to do with something you had recently done. The Dark Lord doesn't delay his punishments," he said.

EmmaRiddle · 05-07-2004, 09:15 PM

"I got the impression, that it had something to do with us. Or what used to be us. Ironic how that is...punished for something that is no more, because I ruined it...." she sighed, removing his hand from her face, even though all she really wanted was to wrap her arms around him and bury her teary face into his body.

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