Time Flys || hphm T.W

twenty one • voices

2nd March 1989

since that week things in Liliana life began spiralling out of control, everyone she intimidated, questioned or merely looked at seemed to be lying to her in some capacity. It might sound dreadful but hearing from Dumbledoor she was able to practice Legilmency and was being allowed to learn it from Snape was the best news all year.

She was powerful but risky at it, not surprising considering all her magic was spiralling out of control but that held consequences.

The first time things felt wrong in her head was right after intercepting Radpicks mind but as she was so skilled at defending it that lead no where.

She had been trying to practice Leglimency with the giant squid though of course that didn't work, it was an odd idea anyway, she had only given up when it's eyes emerged from the water for the soul purpose of rolling themselves at her.

Even the squid thought she was mad, that had to be an omen. The trees canopy had shielded her from half of the brutal weather though now she walked exposed as The firey winter winds swept the grounds forcing an icy chill down her body. She dragged her feet along the cracked castle stairs into another tunnel of abusive weather. Her body was used to being iced out, isolated aswell, but the weight of failure and weekness made her reluctant to steady her jolting limbs.

Half way up the staircase she seemingly heard a Hufflepuff boy comment on her untidy state. She had turned to him with blazing eyes but was met with a confused pudgy face, then when she heard him call her a 'crazy bitch' but his lips didn't move she halted.

Stood still with a hand half on her wand and stuttering like an idiot she watched the boy retreat from her and quickly run full pace once he finished escalating the stairs.

Realisation hit that this was another thing she simply couldn't control and it made her head throb with anger. The nerves twitched and fought for control, grasping onto what they could in her life but it was all going to shit.

Teenage witches and wizards had the most outlandish thoughts that even having dinner was encapsulating, suffocating.

'Id rather shove a wand up my arse than eat this beef'

'Could I fuck him and get an O?'

'No wonder I hate Gryffindors, the colour red makes me brake out in hives'

'I'll use the voice box charm in her sleep tomorrow, that'll shut her up'

'I'm never sucking wizard dick again, muggle only cum for me'

'I need to ask that 7th year who taught her imperious, I could practice on Hannah's cat'

And ex-fucking-cetra.

Some of it left her borderline traumatised especially what she heard at her own table, what's worse is all her practice with occlumancy revolves around her family, even if she entered others peoples minds occasionally, Jacob was mentioned. It was her subconscious mind scavenging for information on him and she couldn't escape it. When Snape looked through her mind she had fought with every bit of her being to ensure he didn't see Sylvettes recent drop in and she barely succeeded, though it meant he ran through every memory of her prior time with all three older siblings instead with explicit detail.