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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 · 05-09-2004, 01:04 PM

"Really now, Profesor Dumbledore!" scolded Poppy, coming back into the room with a mug of tea for Marcella. "She's in no fit state to be questioned! She needs her rest."

She looked over appreciatively at the woman and sighed, "Thanks, but I'm alright." turning to her god-father, a hand across her head, she sighed, "But I really cant remember much...the pain seemes to be covering it up..."

Biochemkris · 05-09-2004, 01:18 PM

Dumbledore couldn't help but smile at Poppy's fussing and scolding. The smile faded a bit as Marcella spoke. "Yes, yes, I understand. But, anything at all that you remember would be most helpful," he said, gently, placing a hand on Marcella's arm.

Snape shifted where he stood beside the bed. His arms folded across his chest, he kept his eyes on Marcella and hoped Dumbledore would be able to get to the bottom of this soon.

EmmaRiddle · 05-09-2004, 04:52 PM

We like the new avvy, it pleases us...lol

Raising a hand to her strained head, she furrowed her eyebrows and closed her eyes, trying to replay the memory in her mind. "He spoke to me...he put me under the cruciatus curse, I know that for sure. I've been able to fight it off before, but I couldn't this time because....because.." she took one side glance toward Snape, before leaning her head on the pillow in the opposite direction and muttered, "Because I was too distraught."

Poppy jumped to her side as soon as she saw the girl start to struggle with her words. Placing her hand down, she dabbed a damp flannel over the burning forehead of the girl and turned to the two men. "Do we really have to do this now? The pain is still fresh, she's not recovered."

i think he should persist

Biochemkris · 05-09-2004, 05:44 PM

I dedicate this, my 10,000th post to Emma and Snape.

Oh, and even though it's Dumbledore's turn, I couldn't let him have this post; so you're stuck with Snape.

Snape moved over to the other side of the bed where Madame Pomfrey stood, entreating Dumbledore and himself with her expression. He took her by the arm and led her off into her office with a nod to Dumbledore. As much as he wished to stay by Marcella's side, he knew that Dumbledore wouldn't be able to get to the bottom of this mess with Poppy breathing down his neck, attempting to shoo them from the room. "The sooner we find out what is wrong, Poppy, the sooner we will be able to prevent this from happening again," he sneered, appealing to the protective instincts of the woman, before shutting the office door behind them.

EmmaRiddle · 05-09-2004, 09:01 PM

She reluctantly allowed herself to be ushered into her office by the heavy handed Professor. Pulling her arm from his grasp, she set about folding some sheets which laid piled upon a dresser to the side of the desk. She didn't know exactly what to say to him and wasn't quite sure how to look at him, so she refrained from doing it. Shuffling papers around, she sighed and commented, "Did it ever cross your mind that that....this, is extrememly inappropriate?" she asked, vaguely.

Biochemkris · 05-09-2004, 09:31 PM

Snape stood with his arms crossed, staring out the office window at Dumbledore and Marcella. He sneered at Madame Pomfrey's words. He was going to defend himself, but settled on turning around and glaring at her, instead.

Dumbledore took a seat beside the bed as Severus guiding Poppy away. "Now, I'm only trying to help, Marcella. I want you to know, that though I am an old man, you can confide in me," he spoke, gently. "Anything at all, that you wish to tell me."

EmmaRiddle · 05-09-2004, 09:34 PM

A hundred things flashed through her mind. There was so much she wanted to tell him, but so little she actually could say. Settling for the simplest thing, she sighed, "After the curse, or while it was occuring, I cant really say for sure, he said something to me. He said it was a punishment, I disgusted him. When it ended, he said that it would not be all, that when his servant did something, I'd be punished fully....that's all I can remember..." she said, holding her head in her hands and groaning.

Biochemkris · 05-09-2004, 09:54 PM

Dumbledore stood and laid a hand on Marcella's arm. "Thank you, Marcella," he said. "I'll send Madame Pomfrey back in and you rest up."

With that, Dumbledore walked into the office, released Popppy to take care of her patient and closed the door; locking Severus inside with him. He held up a hand as Severus began to speak. "I understand that you and Marcella share certain feelings for one another. While I do not think it wise nor do I understand it; I have no power to prevent it, nor would I care to. However, I cannot emphasize enough, that you should exercise more caution in your displays of affection," Dumbledore said, speaking to Severus as if he were a student again.

"Now, Marcella has told me some interesting things. It was mostly what you had already explained to me earlier, but there was something.... She spoke of a servant who was to do something. Have you any idea who this servant is?" he asked.

Snape lowered his head as the Headmaster chidded him for his inappropriate behaviour. He wouldn't have been so contrite if he hadn't been deriding himself for the same thing. There were many reasons why he should not have done what he had done, and the risk of students and staff memebers seeing him should have been enough to prevent him from doing it. he would be sure to restrain himself in the future.

Snape looked up and narrowed his eyes in concentration when Dumbledore asked him about the servant. Darrin was the first name that came to mind whenever he thought of harm coming to Marcella, but he wasn't a servant of the Dark Lord's, even if he were still alive. That left.... "Mr. Terabel," he sneered.

EmmaRiddle · 05-09-2004, 10:09 PM

Her god-father having left her, she were hoping for some peace. that hope was crushed when Madam Pomfrey returned and continued to faff over her, repeatedly taking her temperature and consitantly forcing brews down her neck. So, at the next oppurtunity she got, she laid her head on the pillow and closed her eyes, feigning sleep that turned out to be real.

Biochemkris · 05-09-2004, 10:25 PM

Dumbeldore nodded his head although, he knew Severus had always been biased against the boy. "I think, perhaps, we should all get some rest," he said, opening the door and blocking Severus, in case he thought to move toward Marcella.

Snape nodded in agreement with Dumbeldore. He hadn't really noticed how utterly enhausted he was until the headmaster had mentioned getting rest. Walking back down to the dungeons, he failed to notice Kristi and Archie talking in the corridor outside the Hospital Wing.

The bed had been remade and laid on top of it, hands behind his head. He thought sleep would come quickly, but it didn't. Instead his mind refused to be quite and he brooded over his actions in the Hospital Wing. Not only was it inappropriate behaviour, but he had completely forgotten about what she had done. And she hadn't even given him an explanation.

EmmaRiddle · 05-10-2004, 09:01 PM

The fresh early morning sun, barging it's way through the stained glass windows, would've woken Marcella abruptly, had she slept at all that night.

But she hadn't. She had spent most of the dark, chilly night tossing and turning, grappling at the sheets, freezing not only from the temperature of the room, but the overbearing coldness in her heart and mind. And when she had managed to sleep, it was only to be disrupted by flashbacks, searing flickers of pain and blurred images of her father's face as he spoke to her in her mind.

So, sitting up in a cold sweat, she, for the first time in a while, forgot to curse the sun in an attempt to make a morning gesture and instead, grumbled as Madam Pomfrey scolded her for trying to get out of bed.

This woman didn't understand. She needed to know. She needed to see whether yesterday wasn't just a dream. Had he forgiven her? He most certainly would not have forgotten and neither had she. Although she wished she could. Making a promise to herself, that she would try and express to him, in any way possible, what she had been through, she slid out from under the covers when Poppy took off to briefly visit the school apothecary.

Biochemkris · 05-10-2004, 09:15 PM

Snape looked at the clock on his bedside table again. Perhaps this time it would read a suitable hour to arise. It was still too early for breakfast, but at least the hour was late enough that if he were to draw back the dark, heavy, curtains, the sun would come shining through. He sat up, draped his legs off the side of the bed, and leaned his elbows on his knees as he ran his hands through his greasy black hair. The events of the previous evening were still fresh in his mind, as he had brooded on them throughout the entire night.

Sighing, deeply, Snape endevoured to get up and make the most of the day. He'd start off with a private breakfast in his quarters, followed by reorganizing his office and taking an inventory of his potions stores (he hoped Kristi had managed to keep those in order while he was gone). He'd also take his lunch and dinner in his quarters, so that he might delay the moment when he'd have to see Marcella again. Hopefully, he could delay that confrontation long enough to decide what he was going to do about her.

EmmaRiddle · 05-10-2004, 09:20 PM

Re-making the bed precisely, she took advantage of this unnecessary chore in order to set her mind straight. She was in no doubt that he would most likely welcome her and would probably be open and ready to listen to all she had to say. After all, why wouldn't he? (ooc- ironic, I know lol)

Scooping her hair up into a tight pony tail, she squirmed as her hairbrush drove along the scalp, where she had been bleeding severely the previous day. The nurse had gone to great lengths to see to it that she would be in as little pain, as it was necessary, but she could do nothing about the dull ache and sore feeling that the aftermath of the wound provided.

Having tidied her appearance, she changed her clothes with a flick of her wand, feeling too exhausted to trek over to her room and change her clothes the muggle way.

Biochemkris · 05-10-2004, 09:27 PM

His clothes hadn't gotten much wear last night, aside from getting wet, so he wasn't going to bother changing. He had no problems wearing rumpled robes around his own rooms. Snape had sent down to the kitchens for some food and wasn't sure why he was surprised when the house elves delivered enough food to feed a dozen people. He'd have to remember to order more specifically for lunch and dinner.

He sat down in his favorite chair and wondered if he should ask Kristi to join him as there was more than enough food to share. However, Snape felt he could use some more quiet time to himself. For even though he had spent the better part of the last few months alone in Azkaban, the effect the dementors had upon his mind made the experience anything but quiet.

EmmaRiddle · 05-10-2004, 09:37 PM

Taking one final glance in one of the narrow mirrors, she straightened her clothes and took a short sharp ominous breath. "Here goes nothing.." she mumbled to herself, attempting to shake negative thoughts from her head. Nothing my backside, however well or badly this explanation goes, will affect the rest of your life, and you know it, her mind told her.

Silencing it with a swear under her breath, she steadily held onto the wall as she walked, a distant thudding in her head, reminding her that she was really nowehere near recovered and would give Poppy a heart attack if she caught her out of bed. It was that thought, and that thought only, that forced her to quicken her pace and quickly skip down to the steps leading downward toward the dingy dungeons. The walls and stair bannisters were slippery, but her grasp was sturdy enough to keep her wavering balance as her eyesight blurred variably. Standing still, leaning against the wall briefly, she moaned and saw how little progress she had made. Her eyes flickered toward the wing, if she ran, she could go back and get more rest, she definitely needed it. Then her eyes flashed back down the hallway and she took one more breath before heading onward, knowing if she didn't do this, she would never know. It had to be done and there was no sense in delaying addressing the matter.

Biochemkris · 05-10-2004, 09:45 PM

Snape leaned back in the chair sipping his second cup of black coffee after having eaten his fill of the spread before him. It didn't even look as though he had touched a thing. As much as he tried to think of other things, his thoughts always returned to Marcella and what he was going to do. His heart was pulling him in one direction, his jealousy and anger in another, and then, there was his logic which told him that, though it may not be for all the right reasons, his anger had the right idea.

EmmaRiddle · 05-10-2004, 09:48 PM

It was with a light head and unclear vision, that Marce lifted her dainty wrist to knock upon the door. A second or so before her fist made contact with the wood, she brought her hand back down toward her face, frowning. Since when had she become so small, so frail, so weak? Hating what had become of her and knowing this only served as further proof of the words she were about to speak, she rapped on the door hurriedly, breathing quickly, she folded her tiny arms across her front and waited for a reply. If he would give one.

Biochemkris · 05-10-2004, 09:56 PM

Snape heard a faint knocking on his door and sighed, debating whether or not he should bother to answer as he didn't recognize the knock as coming from either the Headmaster or Kristi. However, in the end, he placed his cup on the table and slowly made his way to the door. He undid the lock, turned the knob, and the door creaked steadily open to reveal the one person he was trying desperately to avoid today.

EmmaRiddle · 05-10-2004, 10:00 PM

The look on his face gave her a small inclination that he might consider not letting her in at all. So, she held up her pathetic hand to the door and pushed her way in, managing to sneak under his arm and duck through the doorway. Folding her dainty arms once more, she frowned and nodded toward the door. "Aren't you going to close it then? Or do you want to make your affections even more public?"

Biochemkris · 05-10-2004, 10:07 PM

Snape sneered at Marcella and closed the door. He should have known that he would not be able to avoid Marcella for long, although he had hoped Poppy would have kept her in the Hospital Wing a bit longer. Taking in her appearance for the first time, he saw that perhaps the nurse hadn't let the girl out after all. "Are you not supposed to be resting in the Hospital Wing?" he asked.

EmmaRiddle · 05-10-2004, 10:12 PM

"Perhaps..." she said, scathingly. "Maybe I still would've been if someone had thought to visit me." she said, removing her robe from her body and laying it on the bed, but not taking her eyes from him. She was painfully aware of how small she had become, had painstakingly thin her form had shrunken down to, but in his prescence, she could care alot less about it. Walking forward, toward him, eyebrows furrowed because he hadn't moved toward her at all, she made to place her arms around him and leaned upward, almost as if to kiss his cheek, but herlips not quite making it there before she felt a hand on her.

Biochemkris · 05-10-2004, 10:22 PM

Snape remained at the door, facing the interior of the room and watching Marcella's movements. As she came toward him and made as if to kiss him, he placed a hand on her shoulder, holding her back. "It isn't right, Marcella," he whispered, surprising himself that he was almost unable to force the words from his throat. "Despite my injudicious actions in the Hospital Wing, I have not forgotten what happened yesterday."

EmmaRiddle · 05-10-2004, 10:36 PM

"I didn't propose to think you had. Sorry for the confusion." she added, taking a step or two back, her eyes not knowing quite where to look, she felt a little lost. Very lost. She had not been expecting this. turning, she picked her robe back up and put it back on, as if to leave. Then the next second, she took it back off and laid it exactly where it had been before. Cupping her two hands over her mouth, she closed her eyes tightly, briefly and shook her head shortly. "Sorry." she gasped. "I need to get a grasp on my emotions, I think."

Biochemkris · 05-10-2004, 10:42 PM

"That would be a most wise decision," Snape replied, coldly. He walked back over to his chair and sat down as he retrieved his cup of coffee. No sense letting it go to waste, simply because his quite breakfast had been interrupted by an unexpected visitor. Besides, these simple gestures helped to distance himself from the situation which could serve to possibly prevent him from doing anything else he'd come to regret.

EmmaRiddle · 05-11-2004, 10:21 AM

Confused, she sat down and for a couple of minutes, fell silent. Her forehead in her one hand, the elbow of that hand balanced on her crossed legs, she sat on the bed, in quiet thought. Gently, slowly, she looked up, a pain looked in her eyes, a clear flash of hurt, "Why are you so cold? I dont understand. I mean, what abouy yesterday..."

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