Don’t, don’t do anything, please, don’t bring them. Don’t tell them, they’ll lock me away and hurt me and I’ll be alone and forgotten… please, please don’t tell anyone, please. I don’t want help, I need to leave… I need to be alone or I’ll hurt someone, I don’t want to…
*turns and begins to run down the stairs*
*stares after her* Uhm, okay.
This isn’t me, can’t you please stop, please, it’s hurting me! He’s making me do this! Please, help me! You misguided little brat, let me show you what real power is. Her parents are in Azkaban now for what they did to her, but you’ll regret hurting her now, you bitch, oh yes you will. Elena, please, he’ll hurt you, he’ll hurt me, just go now! Run! Shut up! Shut up! How dare you, how dare you insult me, deny my existence, when your family has served me for ten years in secret… you filthy little liar, standing there with your self-righteous smirk, when she is my vessel, my intended soldier for glorious cause. I’m not a vessel, I’m not, I don’t want to do this, please stop, please, Elena! Go! Go already! Please… he’s going to hurt you, he’ll hurt me! Make it stop!
*begins to cry as she raises her wand, seemingly controlled by another force*
*backs away slowly* W-what do you need? Do you want me to get Poppy? McGonagall? They can help you. *takes out wand in defense* Don’t you dare do anything. I’ll get you help, okay? I’ll go get someone.
*throws her head backwards and laughs hysterically before switching between different voice tones*
You poor pathetic child, you think you can honestly intimidate me with a name? Shut up, shut up, stop, please! A name, a poor pathetic name that’s lost all its glory? Please, I’m begging you, don’t hurt her! Oh, I will hurt her, I will, you sick filthy little Mudblood. Your blood is sewage, your family is dying, and you want to challenge me? Extending your claws, little kitten? Please, someone, help me, stop this! Don’t you ever, ever dare attempt to deny my existence or my power because I will rip you to pieces. I will tear the eyes from your sockets and laugh as the blood stains your clothing… Elena, run, please, go! I will bite you, I will hurt you like you’ve never been hurt before…
*begins scratching herself*
*pushes Naomi off her* Don’t you touch me! Don’t you dare touch me! My family is the Nobel House of Black! You’re words can’t even begin to mark my name! I am more powerful of a witch than you will ever be! And that’s not just my name, now you’ve gotten me myself into this, and trust me dear this won’t be a pretty ending in your case. I’m warning you right now, you stay away from me and my family. If you ever come near me I will make you regret it.
You’ll regret that. You can’t say something like that to me, I’m not crazy. I’m not crazy at all! They’re real, and they’ll come after you because I was nice and I tried to be friendly and you… you laughed at me. You can’t call me crazy, you horrible stinking girl, because I’m not. I’m not crazy, I’m the sane one, and no one understands. You did a very bad thing, and you ought to be punished, yes… yes you should. You shouldn’t say something like that because then he’ll get angry ans who shall suffer? I will, and you’ve no idea what you done, you stupid stupid girl!
No! You have no idea what you’ve just done! You don’t insult me. My name has more power than you could ever dream of having, and that’s without me behind it. So you better watch your step because if you cross me I will destroy you; that’s a promise. So you can tell your little voices to back the fuck off.
*hisses and grips her arm* Don’t say that, idiot! They can hear you, you know, and it makes them awfully awfully angry when people say they don’t exist. How would you like it if people said you didn’t exist, hm? *returns back to normal and continues chatting happily* Oh, I dunno, the Sorting Hat said I was a strange one. Said I could’ve done well in Slytherin, actually, but then he said I would be a wonderful Puff and I was okay with that. After all, the House is known for being friendly and nice and those are lovely lovely qualities, aren’t they? Do you think I’m friendly, Elena?
Merlin! *tries to pull arm away* What the hell is your problem? Nobody is here with us. You’re bloody well insane, aren’t you?! Of course the one person I would choose to talk to today is a nutter! No. You’re not friendly; you’re crazy.
You’re awful pretty, Elena… very pretty, isn’t she? You have hair the color of blood. I wonder why I haven’t seen you before because that is a very lovely color and I love it a lot… they do too, see, they want me to say they love it because it looks like blood, but I think it’s the color of a burning sunset. Oh no, I’m not a Slytherin, and I’m not terribly clever, either. Sometimes I get really fantastic ideas that make people smile, but most of the time I’m horribly slow, even if I’d love to be clever and make witty jokes and have people laugh… I’m a Hufflepuff, actually. Honey badger through and through! *beams proudly* I do love yellow and black, they remind me of bees. And not the scary types that crawl into your mouth, no… the friendly ones they draw on blackboards for children… I like those. Do you?
Oh, thank you, but who are you talking about ‘they’? I know I’m a popular girl… but nobody else is here with us. I don’t think it’s as dark as blood, it’s definitely more orange. Like you said, a sunset. *raises eyebrows* You’re a Hufflepuff? Well that is very surprising indeed. I was at least expecting you to be a Ravenclaw. Tell me, how does someone like you be sorted into Hufflepuff?
*tilts head* I can honestly quite confidently say that I have never seen you ever before in my life, unless I have amnesia or something. How woud I even know if I had amnesia, though? Maybe I hit my head and I don’t even remember… how weird. *sticks out hand* Naomi Belacqua, at your current prankster service, m’dear! Oh yes, I came up with it on the spot. Have you ever noticed how Filch hates kids? Hates them, and it’s like a war with us? He may win the war, but the battles are won by mischief. Pure unwarranted violating mischief!
Hmm, that’s surprising; most people seem to know me just by my looks. I suppose you just aren’t speaking to the right people. *looks hand over* Lovely to meet you, Naomi. Although I have to say, I haven’t seen you in my common room so you obviously aren’t a Slytherin, which is odd because most of the clever ones are. So what are you, dear? *laughs* Yes, odd he would choose a profession involving kids when he so blatantly despises them.
Oh, I don’t know! Something horribly vicious and wildly unexpected, so that no one will know it was us. I don’t even know your name, silly, but I’m glad you’re signing up for the job! *salutes* Wanna make Mrs. Norris drink a bunch of alcohol and make her tipsy, then piss on Filch’s bedsheets? I know where Filch’s bedroom is, isn’t that cool? I’m like the official explorer person of Hogwarts, cause I know everything about this place.
I’m surprised you don’t already know. Elena Black. Most already know the name. And you are? Wow, that idea is a gem, come up with that on your own, did you? *laughs*
Something terribly mischievous and rotten. Maybe to get back at the teachers for something resent-inducing.
Who’d like to join me?
Sounds like fun, what did you have in mind?
I, uh, well I have a five year old in the future.
Oh? Whose the father?