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[DAPHNE GREENGRASS]

reaching a fever pitch

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Boredom.

That was the one thing present in Daphne Greengrass's mind on that Saturday morning as she sat in the armchair across from the fire, her legs swung over the side. Grey eyes gazed into the roaring flames as the teenager twisted a lock of shining blonde hair around her finger, cutting into the circulation slightly. She shifted slightly in her chair and winced as the movement tugged on old and new wounds, silently praying nothing had split open again. It didn't feel as though anything had. She would have had them fixed magically, except for the fact that her father had started cursing them when she was fourteen to prevent such actions. Lovely man, her father.

Daphne sighed and pressed a hand to her side, feeling the wounds gently through her top and the reams of bandages lying underneath. Nope, it all seemed to be okay. Just painful. The blonde toed off her shoes, letting the heels fall to the floor with a clatter, before slowly pulling her legs over the arm of the chair to tuck underneath her. She shifted slightly to curl up more in the seat of the chair, resting her head on the arm. Her eyes briefly flickered around the area of the room that she could see, before returning to look into the flames, her mind drifting. her thoughts wandered to her sister. She hadn't seen her since Thursday, as they'd both been caught up in schoolwork and, well, Tori had more of a social life than Daphne did, so it was hardly unsurprising that there were days that they didn't speak.

Wriggling slightly to get more comfortable, Daphne let her eyes close. She hadn't had a decent night's sleep in a long time, and it was starting to show. Plagued with nightmares of her father, the young witch hadn't slept a solid night in years, and the hours she was getting were decreasing rapidly. She hid it so well though that nobody thought for a second that she was overly tired - Pepper Up potions, concealer and caffeine were her best friends right now.

Before she knew it, Daphne was dozing off, half awake, half dreaming. Not quite fully asleep, but not completely aware of her surroundings. This half lucid state was the most calm and at peace she'd been in a while. The creases between her brows flattened out and her mouth softened, the tightness in her shoulders relaxing. She looking almost beautiful, had anyone bothered to look.

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[MORTIFERA ACERABUS]

Let the rain fall down I'm coming clean, I'm coming clean

Stepping into the Castle felt surreal for the seventeen year old. For years it had been a second home, but now it was a reminder of everything she had lost. For hours, she had been walking around each corner of the castle calling back a memory. Those memories felt as if they were a million years in the past not just a few months time. So much had changed, even her. She was softened yet hardened at the same time. She had spent an hour sitting on the great staircase where her father had fallen to the Order. Her eyes shut his face frozen in her memory. It was as close as she would ever be to him again, for he was buried with her mother on the Manor grounds. A manor she would never visit again if she had her way.

So much was lost when Voldemort fell. Not just for those who had supported him, but for those who had fought against him. She felt saddened by that fact. For in all her life, she had never felt sorrow for anyone but herself and those that she held close in her heart. Isabella. Daphne. Astoria. Theodore. Draco. But now, as she looked at the Castle and remembered it state the last time she was here, she felt sorrow for all those that had lost as she had. The days following the great battle at Hogwarts had haunted her like the ghost of her father. She returned to Acerabus Manor, a ward to her brother. For he was her caregiver until she was of age. The War had hardened him too. He was still her Corvy. Her protector from their sister, but now, he was also Master of the house. Their father’s rightful heir. For his inheritance, as with Kira’s was instant. They were both of age and could do as they pleased, while she was still 16, no longer the child that she had been so blindly following her father’s every word as if it was some divine prophecy, but not yet an adult in the Ministry’s eyes.

Nights in the darkness of the mourn were restless. For there her father haunted her. She saw him in every direction she looked. The only place she could even find sanctuary from him was in the room of her nurse, Esmeralda, the Spainish nanny her father hired to care for his children when their mother died. Esmeralda had stayed on after her father’s death to care for Moritfera. She was the mother that Mortifera had lost so early in life. Mortifera did not care that Esmeralda had no magic inside of her, for she had loved Mortifera as a mother loves a child. When Mortifera’s birthday came it was then that she was granted her inheritance. A fair sum of money, enough to last four lifetimes, as well as the summer cottage that had been inherited by her mother and passed to her. The seventeen year old girl sat in the room of her surrogate mother while Esmeralda brushed the hair off her cheek behind her ear. ”You are a woman now, Mija,” her nurse spoke softly. ”I have raised you to be a strong, loving, independent woman. Now it is time for you to go out into the world and for me to let you go.”

Mortifera could feel the tears on her face now as she thought back to that night. For all the time that she had spent with Esmeralda, she could never picture the woman leaving her to the wolves that would no doubt come for her. The contract that had been set between her father and her nurse had ended the moment that Mortifera had entered into adulthood. ”Can’t you stay? Can’t you come with me? Please nanny,” the seventeen year old begged. But the nurse did not answer. She simply held the broken girl in her arms and kissed her hair soothing her. That had been the middle of June. That was the last Mortifera had saw of her sister and brother. Even now she avoided all her old hang out spots. They were all painful reminders of what she had lost and the person she use to be. She even avoided the Common Room until late when she was certain that everyone would be asleep in their dorms. So silently she crept through the castle to the dungeons. She softly whispered the password and entered. There she was met with a sight that warmed her heart and saddened her at the same time.

Daphne slept soundly in the chair. Mortifera slipped from her shoes so not to wake her with the click of her heels against the stone floor. As she walked the robe that had warmed her at this late hour slipped from her shoulders to her arms as she walked towards the sleeping beauty. Mortifera knew that book covers often lied but she had always felt that Daphne was a true beauty. Flawlessly perfect. Mortifera smiled as she placed the robe over Daphne. ”Sleep well, Daph,” she whispered so softly she half hoped that Daphne didn’t hear it so that she couldn’t respond or wake. It was only then that Mortifera stepped back to turn to go to her room.

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[DAPHNE GREENGRASS]

reaching a fever pitch

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Daphne had slipped into a deep slumber after half an hour, and had remained there for much of the day. At some point Tori had come into the Common Room and put a Disillusionment charm and a slight repulsion charm over her elder sister, ensuring that Daphne would be left alone to sleep off the exhaustion. And so the young woman had spent the rest of the day curled up in the armchair fast asleep, until now. It was late at night and Tori, having stayed up until everybody was out of the common room, had lifted the charms off her sister's still sleeping body before retiring for bed herself.

Slowly, Daphne yawned and rolled over just mere seconds after Fera turned to leave, before realising that she wasn't in her bed and was in fact curled up in an armchair, albeit a large one and was going to end up on the floor in three...two...one...BANG!

"Owww...." Daphne mumbled as she got up slowly, wincing. She made a mental note to never, ever fall asleep there again after realising that her back ached and she had developed a crick in her neck. Resting her hands on her lower back as she stood, the blonde pushed her shoulders back in an attempt to crack the section of spine between them, in the belief that it might ease the ache slightly. It didn't work. With a sigh, the Sltherin flopped back into the chair, pushing her now matted blonde curls out of her face before noticing both the robe by her feet and Fera's retreating back.

"Hey cuz," Daphne said softly, though her voice seemed louder than it was in the empty room. Slowly she stood up, aware of the pain in her side and the ache in her back and shoulders, before picking up the robe and folding it neatly, placing it down on the chair she had just vacated.

Daphne walked over to Fera, glancing at the watch around her wrist as she did so. Set in platinum with interchangeable wrist straps (today's was a shade of dusky pink, to match her top), it had belonged to her mother, and her mother's mother before that. Now it was hers, and had been since the day of her mother's death. The anniversary of that horrible event was next month. Daphne was certainly not looking forwards to it at all. Eleven years. Eleven long, motherless years of neglect and abuse. That was what February 18th marked, and always would. It was likely that Daphne would spend the day curled up in her dorm with her sister, grieving once more. She hadn't checked if they had classes that day, but if they did, then they would hopefully be excused. They had been for every year Daphne had been at Hogwarts, with the exception of the last. It was, after all the only day the two girls took off for any reason, and their behaviour record was near perfect, so it was usually around. "Shit, I was out for that long?" The blonde muttered to herself, surprised. From about half ten in the morning right through until almost midnight - that was a lot of sleep. She felt, unsurprisingly, refreshed and for once, not tired. She looked it too, her eyes brighter than they had been in a while and her face less drawn than it had been recently. Shaking her head briefly, tangled masses of blonde curls bouncing slightly, Daphne looked at her younger cousin.

"So what are you doing out so late, huh?" She asked with a teasing smile, both inviting Fera to talk and letting her know that it was okay not to if she wanted. Daphne always felt more relaxed and open around her cousin these days, and had done ever since the war ended and Fera had started acting...well, normal. It was a nice change from the Queen Bee, bossy, 'look-at-me' almost spoilt brat attitude Fera had adopted before the war ended. Daphne hand't felt as though she could trust that Fera and had turned to Bella instead but now...it was the other way around. Bella had turned insane, while Fera had mellowed greatly and was now the soft, sweet girl she should have been from the start. Despite the fact that Fera was still mourning, Daphne had to admit that while she had always loved Fera - family is family, after all - now she could truly like her and care for her without fearing that the younger girl was going to turn around and stab her in the back. In contrast, she didn't dare go near Bella in case she got cursed. Daphne didn't like the fact that she could no longer trust a girl she had grown up with one bit.

Banishing such thoughts from her head, and, with a smile, Daphne stepped forwards to link arms with Fera - and immediately yelped in pain and surprise. A flash of pain had seared through her left side, where the damage was worst. The blonde looked down and her eyes widened in shock. The material of her top was encrusted with dried blood, with fresh crimson seeping through. 'how the fuck did that happen...' The blonde questioned, panicked. She must have shifted in her sleep and torn the largest wound open again, causing it to bleed, and where the bandages hadn't been replaced since, it must have gone straight through...

Daphne bit her lip and looked up at her cousin again, before letting go of Fera's arm and going back to sit in her chair. Slowly, she pulled her shirt over her head, peeling it away from her skin carefully where it had stuck from the blood, before inspecting the damage.

"Fera, there's clean bandages in the drawer in the small chest beside my bed, as well as a pack of Muggle painkillers and some bottled water. Can you go and fetch them for me please?" Daphne said without looking up as she started to unravel the thick layer of white cloth. She didn't check to see if her cousin had indeed done as she had asked as she carefully unwound them, her movements robotic and methodical, without thought in fact. the blonde then dumped them in a pile on the coffee table beside her before vanishing them and taking a deep breath, gritting her teeth and steeling herself as she began to clean her wounds with magic. While she could not heal the damn things, she could certainly cleanse them of dried blood, though it hurt. A lot.

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[MORTIFERA ACERABUS]

Let the rain fall down I'm coming clean, I'm coming clean

Mortifera had made it halfway towards the dorms when she head the bang and Daphne speak. She turned around with a small smile on her face. The past few months, Mortifera had grew to know Daphne on a greater level then they had ever shared. The two no longer hid things from each other. Mortifera had been completely honest with the blonde during a night where the brunette broke down ending up crying in her cousin’s lap. For the first time in month, Mortifera noticed the brightness in her cousin’s eyes. ”So, what are you doing out so late, huh,” the elder girl asked. ”Avoiding Kira and everyone who hates me,” she said with a weak smile. She enjoyed being close to her cousin. For the first time she felt as if she had a friend, a friend aside from Teddy. She was a little taken back when Daphne pulled her linked arm from Fera’s. Then her eyes fell on it. Crimson showing through Daphne’s shirt. Mortifera froze. Daphne was bleeding. Badly. Panic set in the younger girl. ”Fera, there's clean bandages in the drawer in the small chest beside my bed, as well as a pack of Muggle painkillers and some bottled water. Can you go and fetch them for me please,” Daphne asked. With one more look at Daphne and the blood that was spilling from her cousin’s body, Mortifera turned and ran to Daphne’s room. Panicked, Mortifera searched Daphne’s chest. She placed them in a small cloth sack and then ran to her own room. Again she panicked, searching her own chest for a purple vial placing and the dittany that sat in a bag in a bowl on her nightstand in the satchel. Without a beat, she placed the bowl in the bag too. Taking a calming breath, she stood and walked quickly back to Daphne trying not to alert anyone to her panic. She moved to sit in front of Daphne and started to pull the items from the bag. ”I got everything you asked for and some things from my room. Dittany and a potion I was working on all summer. It works faster then the muggle stuff,” Mortifera spoke fast her voice shaking a little. She had to work quickly. She couldn’t lose Daphne. Not after everything else she had lost. She took some water and placed it in the bowl. slowly she dipped a piece of cloth into the water and slowly cleansed the wound. Blood tranferred to her hands. ”Don’t move Daph,” Mortifera spoke softly as she gently moved the cloth over the other girl’s exposed skin. ”He did this,” she asked looking up at the other girl. Fury building inside of her.

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[DAPHNE GREENGRASS]

Daphne gritted her teeth, wincing as Fera took over the cleaning of her wounds. Though her cousin's touch was gentle, it didn't change the fact that Daphne was in a fair bit of pain and any pressure, however light, caused it to increse by quite a bit. Reaching for the bottle and pills, she unscrewed the cap and popped two pills out from their foil, her hands shaking slightly. The soft tremor was the only thing betraying how much pain she was truly in. She downed them with well practised ease, having done this so many times before over the past few years, and swallowed, making a face of disgust as she did so. Why, in the name of Merlin's beard, couldn't Muggles learn to make their medicine taste nice? Honestly. 'Although, you do get used to the taste after a while,' Daphne reflected, somewhere deep in the recesses of her mind that wasn't focused on the pain emanating from her side.

"Ew." Wincing again as her cousin hit a sore spot, the blonde shook her head. "No, no Dittany, no potions." She paused briefly, hissing as Fera pressed a little too hard, a sharp intake of breath through her teeth. Getting these things cleaned really, really hurt. Closing her eyes, Daphne rested her head on the back of the chair, biting her lip to prevent herself from crying out. Her features twisted in a grimace, the blonde looked nothing like the picture of serenity she was earlier.

"They're cursed," The young Slytherin muttered when Fera paused for a moment, her muscles tensing slightly more so. "Magic makes it worse," Daphne added, clenching and unclenching her hand into a fist as Fera continued. Her perfectly manicured nails dug into her palms, leaving half moons indented in her skin. Her gestures were both in anger and to prevent herself from crying out in pain as she thought of the man that had done this to her. The man she was supposed to call her father, who was supposed to love her, care for her, protect her. As if that had ever happened.

Opening her eyes, Daphne tilted her head down slightly to look at Fera.

"How...how did you know?" Her voice was soft for the moment, catching on the last word as her cousin's fingers moved over one of the deeper cuts. Her whole body tensed, her leg twitching slightly in response to the sudden burst of pain. Admirably though, her face was set, betraying nothing. It never would. Not pain, not anger, not fear. Nothing. An impenetrable stone mask, hiding her safely away from the world.

The only sign of any emotion was the lip tucked between Daphne's teeth, pearly whites worrying the soft flesh. It was close to bleeding, blood rushing to the surface. She honestly had no idea why Fera had immediately thought of her father. Of course, she wasn't aware of the fact that the majority of assualts were carried out by family members, and as he and Tori were the only ones she had seen all holidays, it was logical once one thought about it. But no, Daphne wasn't thinking at that moment in time. Understandable why, really.