Cell 6: Ophelia Fuilteach || Deja Vu Innit!

[Nymphadora Lupin (Tonks)]

Here's a thought...

*Hisses, more rage building inside than she could remember ever feeling before*

Dear ol' dad fighting to keep his nutter of a little girl safe, it's all for her, for you, but daddy never comes home. See... the big bad wolf, he wins and Ophelia is left all alone. Without a family, no mum no dad, no big brother to care if she rots in a damp, lonely ministry cell.

*These things come from her mouth at their own accord, she was so bloody angry Tonks couldn't care*

It's how the poor Phoenix girls felt before you dealt them the hand of death-

*Wells up, the words catching in her throat.*

..alone, and in PAIN!! CRUCIO!

*Casts at the vampire with a fierce anger, and glaring daggers for the shortest moment before coming to her senses*

B-bloody hell.

*Groans, dashing from the chambers*

[Ophelia Fuilteach]

She listened, unaffected by the Auror's speech, but vastly amused by her rising fury. She didn't care about Ophelia's family, that was nothing to do with her. Whatever the girl did now would, doubtless, be dramatic and noble, and be an effort to show her how wrong she was and so on. Sickness was in for a nasty shock, however, when the Auror hit her with a Cruciatus curse that knocked her to the floor, and left her writhing in pain.

She was unable to talk, only able to scream. She had been on the receiving end of the Cruciatus before, and had felt it at the hands of the Dark Lord himself, and while this pain was nothing compared to his, it was the righteous rage behind the spell that wounded her more, and sent her wicked side into a temporary retreat out of fear.

When the curse was lifted, it was Ophelia who cried as the aftershocks of pain went through her nerves. She raised her head and looked at the Auror and saw the shock on the girl's face as she realised what she had done.

"See?" Ophelia croaked out as the Auror fled. "Even those with the best of intentions can end up monsters."

She curled up in a ball of misery and pain where she lay on the floor, and wished she knew what to do.

[Juliette Sinclair]

~Juliette wobbled down the stairs into the dungeons of the ministry. She had been sent for to go down and look after one of the prisioners. She hoped that for her trouble she would be paid well. Steping into the darkness she held her wand down in her hand just in case.~

M...Miss Fuilteach...

[Ophelia Fuilteach]

Ophelia looked up, blood tears still on her face, and saw a blonde woman standing by her cell. She was either a Healer, or her supper, but Ophelia was not her evil other side, Sickness ... she would ask first.

"I am Ophelia Fuilteach," she said. "For now, at least."

[Juliette Sinclair]

Ah...Well then I made it to the right cell. I am Juliete Miss Fuilteach, Mr. Robards sent for me to look after you. How are you feeling today?

~Juliette walked forward a little, placing a hand on the bars.~

[Ophelia Fuilteach]

Ah. So she was the healer, then. That was alright. She wasn't sure what had happened while Sickness spoke to Robards and Tonks, but her other side had whispered to her that the Auror would send her a "meal", and the thought of it made Ophelia sick to her stomach.

"Don't come too close to the bars!" Ophelia shrieked, recoiling in horror. "It's not safe, she might come out!" She relaxed a little once she was a safe distance away from the bars, but her eyes were still wild and frightened. "How do I feel?" she asked incredulously. "I feel like I've lost my mind. That's how I feel."

[Juliette Sinclair]

~Juliette backed up a few feet, taking a small pack of parchemtn from her bag.~

I see. When was the last time you had something to eat?

~She began to make notes on the paper~

[Ophelia Fuilteach]

She put a hand to her head, trying to remember. "I ... I think my father got me some donated blood when I awoke at sunset. That was the last time I ate. No more than a few hours ago."

Her hands were shaking, her head ached, and she felt unbearably sad and alone. She wished her brother could be there.

[Juliette Sinclair]

~She makes another note~

Perhaps you didn't have enough. ot having enough of what you need can always cause pains.

~Juliette looked up from her notes to stare at the girl. There was something about her that made her a little sad.~

Is there...anything I can get for you?

[Ophelia Fuilteach]

"Pain?" she asked. "It's not pain that bothers me. It's this other person invading my head."

She shook her head. "I don't think anything you could get me would help. She always wins." She rubbed her eyes and looked at the Healer. "Please ... help me. Get this thing out of my head."

[Arfur]

*It was not common that he be sent to the cell block for any purpose, but Robards had requested he deliver something. Apparently the Auror was not too keen on coming himself.*

*He approached the cell to see a healer speaking to the prisoner.*

Here Miss. Arfur brings some food for her.

*He hands the healer a bottle of pigs blood, hoping that she would know what to do with it. He takes a look at the woman in the cell, and is unsure what to think, but feels quite frightened all the same.*

[Juliette Sinclair]

~Juliette takes the bottle from the house elf and turns it around in her hands. She see's how frightened he is and places a calm hand on his head.~

Thank you my dear. I can take care of her from here. Go back to Robards and thank him for me.

~She pat the elf on the head then turned back to Ophelia.~

My dear....I shall do everything in my power to help you....If I can. Now when you say she..who are you refering to?

[Ophelia Fuilteach]

Ophelia sniffed the air, catching the scent of the blood and sighed. It didn't smell human, but it would suffice for now. She could feel her other side reacting to the smell of blood, and she tried to force that evil part of herself away.

"Thank you," she said, watching the strange little house elf curiously.

She held her hand out through the bars, waiting for the Healer to hand her the blood.

"Sickness," she replied. "She's in my head. She whispers to me when I sleep, she tells me I've done wicked things." She paused, and shook her head. "I don't remember though. I don't remember any of what she says!"

[Arfur]

*He gave the healer a polite smile and nod then hurried away to do as he was told.*

[Juliette Sinclair]

~Juliette waited a moment before stepping forward and handing the bottle to Ophelia.~

I see...And...She is not speaking to you now?

~Juliette stayed close to the bars, making another note on her parchment.~