Who: Evan Rosier and Emmeline Vance
What: He needed something to do to pass the time...
When: Saturday Night
Where: ....
Emmeline woke up with a jolt, head snapping up and unfortunately into the wall behind her. She immediately realized things were not right, all the memories of the train rushed to her and she immediately began to tug on the chains locked around her wrists. Involuntarily she let out a few frantic gasps, aching noises as she pulled to no avail and looked desperately around the room.
Breathe. Breathe, okay. Frank would notice, he definitely would, he was Frank---Remus! Remus would too, she’d talked to him, oh, thank God, she’d said they should meet up before she had to go back, oh---oh good, because---he was at her house, he’d notice her not coming home, it---
She stopped her struggling and dropped her head, trying to gain some peace, her hair falling in front of her face. It didn’t matter, did it? Whatever they wanted (because it was all coming to her, she was Frank’s cousin, just like Dorcas was James’---just that they weren’t able to capture Dorcas, bloody hell---), she wasn’t going to tell them, or do for them. She’d rather them kill her, and the thought of dying for this cause she’d joined up suddenly hit her, and her eyes burnt with tears.
Evan was off in the other room, sitting in an armchair that probably would have been rather nice had it not been for the dust that kept jetting out of it everytime he sat down. His mask was laying on the table beside him, his fingers tapping the end of his wand on one arm of the chair, as his other hand spun a glass of vodka on the other. He was getting rather bored, just sitting there, waiting for her to wake up, but he knew it would only be a couple more minutes until--
Ah, yes, there it was. The sound of her struggling against the chains, trying to escape. Brows raised and he looked down into his glass, counting down silently to himself when she would just give up.
"3...2...1..." And with that the rattling stopped. Smirking against the glass as he tilted the last bit of the clear liquid into his mouth, he placed it down on the table and exchanged it for his concealment, which he put back on before he walked into the other room. It was very dark, and he had only bothered to light one candle, so for a while she couldn't even see him, but could only hear his footsteps against the creaking wood, that got louder as he neared her, and his voice, which was calm, collected, and very smooth. "Comfortable, Miss Vance?”
“Peachy fucking keen,” she retorted, head pulling back at the sudden appearance of the death eater. She’d been so buried in her thoughts that she’d let him come within inches; she really was not cut out for this kind of thing. Emmeline tried to straighten up the best she could, but the sadistic bastard had to chain her up and make it impossible to do so. What was he going to do? She didn’t want to think about the sick things floating around in his mind, but at least attempting to prepare herself was keeping her from panicking completely.
Her footing slipped slightly. Ha. No shoes. Emmeline looked down at her stocking covered feet and bit her tongue, pulling her head back up. “And yourself?”
He couldn’t help snigger quietly at her response. “Cheeky little thing, aren’t you?” He leaned back against a beam that was in the room, folding his arms over his chest, his wand still held between his thumb and pointer finger. “But, since you seem so interested in my well being, I’m not as…what was the term? Peachy fucking keen, was it?”
He rose an eyebrow, even though she couldn’t see it. “No, you see…I need information, Miss Vance, and I’m afraid I’m unable to leave until I…let’s see, how shall I put this…until I persuade you into talking. Of course, I could do it the easy way, with just a touch of Veritaserum, but that would just be a waste, don’t you agree? It’d be a shame to have so much time to kill with absolutely nothing to do...”
It was times like these that she wished she was a Gryffindor. Because if she was a Gryffindor, her mind wouldn’t have sky rocketed into the million and one different ways the death eater would make her talk, or do to her to try and make her talk, because she wasn’t---no, no. If she was Gryffindor, she would have spit at him and taken the first blow without attempting to think about a way around this, if she was a Gryffindor she would be hollering and kicking and screaming until it annoyed the death eater enough that he killed her.
Fuck, she wished she was a Gryffindor.
Emmeline bit her tongue and said nothing, but tried to keep eye-contact. It was dark, she could barely see his eyes through the mask, but they were light enough to notice in the flickering light.
“I would be horribly unimpressed if you pulled out a vial of veritaserum,” she said coldly, feeling her muscles tighten.
“Unimpressed…” he repeated quietly under his breath. The corner of his mouth twisted into a smirk as he shook his head. With a casual flick of his wand, the other set of chains that were on the floor began to move, clasping around her ankles. “Well, I wouldn’t want to disappoint you.” His neck cracked as he rolled it. “So…let’s get started shall we?” He pushed off of the beam he had been leaning against and stepped towards her. “This is how it works. I ask you a question, and you can either give me an answer…” he paused and then tilted his head. “Or…we can do things the hard way. But I don’t recommend the latter, Miss Vance. I assure you, you will regret it immediately if that is your choice.”
For the first time in this whole ordeal, Emmeline really had no idea what was going on. In the general sense, yes, she didn’t know where she was, didn’t know how they’d gotten there, who was her captor, but she’d been able to make some sense of it. When the chains slipped around her ankles her stomach twisted and she suddenly felt very nervous, as if the emotions she should have been feeling once she’d woken up were finally coming to the surface.
“You’re fucking insane,” she spat, a hard glare crossing her features as she struggled against her new constraints. Emmeline began to tremble slightly and she silently cursed herself for getting scared. She couldn’t tell them a damn thing.
“Perhaps.” When he spoke, his voice was low, but being that it was the only sound in the room at the time, it carried. His hands dropped down, now at his sides. His wand was visible in the candlelight, being held loosely in between his long slender digits. “Now…I’m going to ask you what we need to know, and you will answer every question…or suffer the consequences of your omission. Do I make myself clear?”
“Now…where is Carter Crane?”
Almost shocked enough to let out an incredulous sound, Emmeline stopped struggling to stare up at the death eater. Who? She was thrown for quite the loop, he wanted information on this Crane character, not Frank like she’d assumed---so…this was a random attack? No, no, it couldn’t be. But why would they think she knew something about this person? Emmeline was sure she’d never heard the name in her life and shook her head slowly, even though she was still trying to figure out if she did contain some knowledge about Carter Crane.
“I don’t know who that is,” she said with another shake of her head, her face now taking on a look of confusion. Maybe she was dreaming.
Even if he wasn’t wearing the mask, it would have been very difficult to tell that Evan was thoroughly amused by her current situation. Having to answer questions about a man who didn’t even exist, wasn’t the simplest of tasks. But, it would keep her occupied. Actually, no, it would keep him occupied. He was very good at thinking quick, so this wouldn’t be all too difficult. Besides, he could just keep asking the same unanswerable question over, and over again until he got bored with it and moved on. Things were just getting started, though.
I don’t know who that is. Finally, he had a reason to do something…not that he didn’t already have enough of a reason, being that the bitch was the reason he had gotten punished in the first place, but still. The wand in his hand began to spin against his palm, his finger tips twisting it as he sighed. “Interesting…I thought you Ravenclaws were supposed to be smart…” He rose his wand and pointed it at her chains. “Estus.” The metal began to heat up against her skin, getting warmer as he spoke. “I’ll ask you again…where is Carter Cane?”
“AH--!” Emmeline yelped, but the jolt of pain only made her tug on the chains and that caused them to press harder into her skin. But—she couldn’t stop moving, it was burning and it was an involuntary response to try and keep away from it. Her eyes immediately welled up with tears as the pain began to numb her hands, and she gritted her teeth.
“I don’t know who he is!” she shouted, gasping again as her skin made contact. Constant burning, the pain was unbearable and Emmeline bit down on the inside of her cheeks to try to keep from calling out again. And now, oh, fucking brilliant, her hair was in her face and she couldn’t stop hand from jerking toward her face, which only made things worse and she let out another yell. “I don’t know!”
He let her hang there for a few more seconds, struggling against the burning restraints before he swished his wand and they returned to their original cold temperature. “You know, all of this can stop if you just tell me the truth.” He leaned his back against the beam he had been leaning on before and watched as she blinked back tears that were bound to fall sooner or later. “Cane has been hiding for months, after he released some very classified information to the press. We’ve intercepted several letters addressed to you, and Cane’s signature has been on the bottom of every single one of them. Now, where is he, and why has been been writing to you?” Oh, he was lying through his teeth, and he was horribly good at it.
The relief of the cool metal against her skin was a shock in itself, and Emmeline let out a breath. Fucking mind games---letters? No, she hadn’t received any letters from a bloody Carter Cane, what the hell was this guy going on about? Was this code for Frank, or something? Were they trying to get her nervous about that? Did they think they had code names or something? Or about the Order? Did they have any idea about that? What the fuck was he getting at?
Emmeline took a breath, looking down at the ground and contemplating her choices. They were obviously believing some fabricated lies about her, that was the only logical reason---or he was just fucking with her to waste time, like he’d said earlier. No, it didn’t make sense at all, and if there was one thing you could do to piss off a Ravenclaw, it was to confuse them, and make them think they didn’t know what was going on.
“We swapped recipes,” she said, looking up through her hair with a twisted grin. She was fucked if she said anything, what did it matter, now? “He bakes a mean custard pie.”
He paused for a second before he grinned at her response. “You think this is a game?” He shook his head and approached her still leaving quite a bit of space between them. “I told you that you would regret it if you decided not to cooperate…and I’m a man of my word.” Stepping back, he took a deep breath, his wand pointed at the chains around her ankles.
“Adstringo.” They gave a sudden jerk, so that her legs were completely straight after they had pulled on them. Then, he focused on her knee. “Inctura amoveo…” Her kneecap began to shift to the side, out of place. If he focused on it long enough, it would eventually get dislocated with a rather large crack. It was sad that the only reason he knew what sound it would make is because he had done it so many times before.
“What recipe did you give him?” Might as well amuse her.
She was angry at herself for crying, but the pain was absolutely unbearable. She’d actually dislocated her knee before, during a quidditch practice, so it wasn’t a new feeling, but the terrifying situation she was in seemed to heighten the pain and she couldn’t stop crying. Emmeline gulped pathetically a few times but continued to glare at the death eater, who’d been so close that she swore she could feel his breath. The fucking---this, this was absolutely ridiculous. As insane as it sounds, she would be more accepting of this torture if she’d actually done something, not get mixed up in some screwy top secret plot. If she got out alive, which wasn’t looking too good, she’d be able to tell the Order about this Carter person…or find out that it was rubbish.
Emmeline kind of didn’t want to know, at the moment.
“Ch—cheese—cake,” she stuttered, gulping for breath as the pain continued to shoot through her leg. She hated him so much right now, but she would hate herself even more if she gave him any more satisfaction.
“Hm.” That was all he said, right before the bone cracked and she let out a cry of pain. He kept her hanging for a minute or two before another swish of his wand released the cuffs around her wrists. When her bad knee slammed into the ground he watched her scream once more, only imagining what she was feeling right now. At one point, he would have felt almost sorry for what he had done…but he had learned to shut out the instinct to feel sympathetic very quickly. “I’m getting kind of bored…” he admitted, his mouth twisting into a grin as his wand began to spin once again. “Let’s play my game, now…” It was time to pull out some of his better tricks.
“Adaugeo estus.”
Emmeline slumped back against the wall, panting as she attempted to keep her leg from twisting or hurting even more. The pain was excruciating now, and it was becoming hard to breath. She stared up at the death eater as he placed the next spell on her, one she didn’t recognize, but her book worm ways recognized the roots, the…oh, it was getting rather hot in here. Her eyes fluttered for a moment, and for some unknown reason she began to mumble the words, trying to remember their Latin meanings.
“Adaugeo…” to make greater, increase---oh, it was hot; she tugged on her collar even though her wrists hurt from the burns. What was the other one? Estus. Estus. Heat. Hot. Increase heat---that made a lot of sense. No, he didn’t look hot, why didn’t he look hot? Emmeline squinted her eyes up at the death eater, almost looking concerned, confused. “Why aren’t you---”
Oh. The room began to spin. It was her. Her heat. Ha. There was probably some verb or tense change she’d missed, Remus would’ve caught it. Cause he knows a lot of Latin. Remus is really smart. Really smart. She would say smarter than her but she wouldn’t want to admit that of anyone, but Remus would be one she’d do it for, if he wanted. She really liked Remus. She loved Remus, really, and the thought made her giggle slightly, and she covered her mouth, because for some reason it felt rude.
Her eyes flickered up to the death eater again, a smile still on her face under her hands. She couldn’t stop giggling, and it had been about Remus before---ooh, he made her hot like this---but now she didn’t know why, and somehow in the midst of her small chuckles they’d morphed into small sobs, and now she was full on crying, hysterical and with no idea why.
“I want to go home,” she cried out, pushing away from the death eater with her good leg, basically dragging the other. Her crying increased and Emmeline slapped the ground with her hands, shaking her head to try and stop the tears. Her hands flew back up, fists clenched around her head and she pressed them to her eyes, letting out a pain-filled howl. “I want Remus, I need him---I want---I want Frank, where’s Frank---I need Frank!”
The sight before him was…interesting to say the least. Everyone reacted differently, and nothing was surprising to him anymore. Brows furrowed together with interest as she tried to figure everything out, curious as to what was going through her mind right now. The spell had only been used against him once, and he remembered that all he wanted to do was just get knocked out somehow, so that he didn’t have to deal with it anymore.
He remembered how his eyes felt as though they were about to explode, how his head throbbed, and his body ached. He remembered how all he saw was white, and how his chest felt like there was a pit of fire just below his ribcage, where his heart was. This ran through his mind each time he used the spell…each time he used any spell that had been used on him before. But that memory quickly faded away as he remembered what he had gone through because of her, and he smirked as he watched her cry and scream. It was almost melodic to the Death Eater.
He said not one word, and didn’t make a sound as she cried, and sobbed, and called out for Remus and Frank, but then it all went quiet. She let out a final weak yell of pain and fury before she collapsed to the side, breathing heavily, as she shook like a leaf. With a reluctant sigh, he removed the spell, but because her body was so drained, the girls’ pools of sapphire rolled back and she passed out against the hard wood floor of the cottage.
After he was sure she was unconscious, he approached her, lowered himself down, and moved a strand of her hair away from out of her face, feeling the intense heat from her body on his fingertips as his hand brushed her cheek. She would have been someone he thought of as attractive if she wasn’t the person that she was. It was a shame… “Frank will be here soon, Miss Vance. Don’t you worry about that.” His words were quiet, as though he was worried about waking her up. And with that, he rose up to his full height and moved back into the other room.
He wanted to be well rested for when she decided to wake up…
