Seraphina's Cottage[6]

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*her eyes flash with anger, and she points her wand at him again*

*hisses*

Crucio!

[Bill Weasley]

*Bill once again rolled, rolled to what he felt like now was his death, his body scorched with the flames of pain and hatred, the bellows came again, and the tears blood and sweat, that any Deatheater would love to plaque on a wall, the pain spreading throughout his body like a disease, killing off everything*

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*her eyes look down at him coldly, all her bottled anger and frustration from the past few days building up inside of her, and being unleashed through her wand*

*savours with joyful pleasure watching his writhing figure on the floor*

*intensifies the curse, more powerful than she'd ever done before*

[Bill Weasley]

*He wailed out as another deathly injection of pain opened the screaming mouths of his nerves, he was shaking on the floor, shrivling up like a plum seed, his body gashing and rupturing in affliction.*

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*laughs watching him, feeling both anger and joy come rushing out of her*

*lowers her wand, scoffing at him as she shakes her head, standing above him*

You really are pathetic, Weasley. I might have expected better at least from a pureblood...

*removes the body-bind curse from him, seeing as he was now in no shape to be any threat*

[Bill Weasley]

*He sprawled face down on the floor, literally lying in his own 'pure'blood, sobbing in hatred and agony, he closed his eyes, hoping the nightmare would disappte and go away*

"I dispise you...."

*Was the only words he could muster*

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*laughs, softly but dangerously*

That hardly matters to me, Weasley. The feeling's mutual.

[Bill Weasley]

*He layed there, surprised he was even recovering a bit from the attacks. He eyed the room, and his wand on the table, if he could only muster enough strength, he could escape*

*He waited a few more minutes*

You are a worthless disgrace to the Wizard World

*At the end of the word, Bill bolted up, he knew his body only had a few seconds, his mind speaking minutes

he slipped on his blood and went side long into the table his wand was innocently laying on, it

fell ontop of him and not even a soul could see, nor the naked eye how fast he Disapparated and escaped*

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*starts as he bolts up, pulling out her wand with the intent to crucio, or even kill him*

*curses as he disapparates*

*growls in frustration, realizing she has to go back and explain this to Rook*

*hissing furiously, she scourgifies her floor and bed of the traitor's blood*

*throws on her cloak and disapparates to her godfather's*

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*apparates home from Rook's*

*has no desire to sleep in her own room, and instead collapses onto the couch, falling asleep*

[Augustus Rookwood]

Rookwood apparted outside, and shivered lightly as the breeze weaved through his thin-chain mail shirt. He knocked.

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*groans slightly, hearing a vague knocking, but assumes it was the cat*

*gets up slowly off the couch when the knocking persists*

Who at this bloody hour....

*rubs her eyes blearily, before catching her appearance in the mirror, and summons down a refreshing wardrobe change until only her eyes remain tired and worn, and her hair a bit tousled*

*opens the door, a bit surprised*

Rook? What's going on?

[Augustus Rookwood]

Nothing....

*Rookwood said, leaning against the door frame*

Thought I'd stop by and see the sceane of the escape.

*He joked*

[Seraphina Bloodworth]

*winces*

Too bad. Everything's been cleaned up.

*mutters to herself*

_{Couldn't even sleep in my own bed tonight...}

[mcGivney]

*Rabastan strolled the streets of his neighborhood, fiddling with his wand when he sees two familiars, approached them*

Well..well.....well.......the duo purebloods who will lead us to victory.

*He joked, bowing*