Delirium [Shailene]

[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

It had taken a lot of careful planning on Maharet’s part but the moment that her package arrived she was able to set out the task that she had been given. Finally she would be able to contribute to such a noble cause and if she were being perfectly honest, which she never was, she was giddy with the thought of it. Subtleties had always been her specialty- in one way or another it wasn’t in her nature to get her own hands dirty directly, despite the physically violent notions that would float into her mind whenever fury was provoked. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, Maggie knew that there was something wrong with enjoying what she was about to do. Shaliene was such a sweet young Hufflepuff from what she had heard, but Maharet just couldn’t bring herself to care.

Having discarded the small box that had been picked up at the post office in Hogsmeade Maharet was left with a small clear bag, much like the ones found at any Apothecary shop, only these particular contents weren’t found in any Apothecary shop, at least it wasn’t supposed to be. Despite the general lull in the Dark Arts since the fall of Voldemort there were still those that practiced and believed in the cause. The Rosier family being one of them, Maggie had used a family friend who was especially good at procuring dark items. It had taken him a week to decide whether or not to actually send what was needed to Maharet but after a handsome price and her gratitude, he had given in to the risk.

Hogsmeade trips always drew out the majority of people and since she was so anxious to get this task over with, Maggie went in search of Shailene. She knew what she looked like, though she wasn’t acquainted with her greater than a simple smile exchanged in passing out of politeness, feigned on Maharet’s part. Hanging around on Main Street Maggie kept an eye out for the girl hoping for the opportunity to be in a position to slip her what was in the bag, the one that was clutched protectively in her hand. All the faces that passed by weren’t the one that she needed though and after three minutes, though it seemed a lot longer to her, Maggie became slightly disheartened. She told herself to wait another seven or so minutes before giving up and looking for Shailene at a later time. More time passed and her frustration grew. It was egotistical to think that simply because she wanted the girl to be at a certain place at a certain time she would be, especially when Shailene wasn’t even aware of it, but that didn’t stop the feeling from rising in her. Just as a pout was forming on her features though Maharet spotted her through the crowd and went after her, keeping at a respectable distance.

[shailene]

The leaves had finally fallen off the trees, decaying and dead along the sides of the path to Hogsmeade. Shailene traveled the road for today was a Hogsmeade trip. She traveled alone for the rest of her friends hadn't even entertained the thought of leaving the warm common rooms behind for a town that they had visited many years over and was now losing it's allure. But Shailene always enjoyed her trips and hardly ever missed one, unless she was sick then she would reluctantly stay behind. Luckily for her the cheery hufflepuff was in perfect health but Shailene wasn't sure how long that might last as she wrapped her coat more tightly around her as a gust of wind blew.

The sun was shining bright but by the temperature it would surely go unnoticed. It was days like these that a nice hot chocolate went a long ways. Perhaps the young girl would get one from the The Broomsticks today. That was a pub she really enjoy even though the owner was a bit nuts she was still fun to watch. Plus Shailene could get caught up on all the latest gossip, not that she was shallow enough to always be involved with such trivial facts, but it seemed like a good plan for the day. She really didn't have much else to do.

Shailene arrived into the town of Hogsmeade, it was well packed even for the cold weather they were experiencing. Their spirits never diminished. Shailene headed for the Three Broomsticks completely unaware that she was being followed and that danger was only a few steps behind her.

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[MAHARET AVIE ROSIER]

As Shailene approached The Three Broomsticks, Maharet slipped the hood of her dark cloak over her head, making sure that all her hair was tucked under it. It shaded the majority of her face from viewers, but didn’t make her look out of place in the least. With the wind being as unforgiving as it was there were plenty of wizards in similar attire. She had made sure that her clothing was loose so that it didn’t show her feminine form and that with her height; Maharet could easily be mistaken for almost anyone. She was inconspicuous. Keeping her gaze on Shailene to make certain that she didn’t lose her in the crowd of the streets she weaved in and out of people with ease.

The Three Broomsticks, on a day like this, would surely be packed. That made things easier in one sense and more difficult in other. On the one hand Maharet would be able to blend into the crowd, and on the other there was a greater chance that someone might see something. This was a risky move but the pros far outweighed the cons. With there being a crowd there were more suspects to chose from, her being close enough to slip Shailene wouldn’t seem out of place either, and the suspicion of foul play would seem more unlikely with it being such a high risk situation. Maharet had to take comfort in that.

The closer that Shailene got to the entrance, however, the further back Maharet fell. She didn’t want to walk in straight away. Definitely not run the risk of Shailene, or anyone else for that matter, get the feeling that Maharet was following the Hufflepuff girl. Instead Maggie slowed her pace waiting a few seconds for Shailene to get into the pub before she headed in herself. The possibilities as to how the girl would react were quite amusing to her.

[shailene]

As the Three Broomsticks came into Shailene's view the more she craved the warmth of a mug of hot chocolate. She could almost taste it. Shailene continued on toward the pub making her way through the groups of people saying excuse me and sorries. Shailene was always a polite girl and she hadn't wanted to ruin anyone's stay in Hogsmeade by her being rude for no reason.

Shailene opened the door to the pub and went inside. The warmth hit her hard and she suddenly felt a bit sleepy it was just so cozy in here despite all the noise. Standing off to the side Shailene unwrapped her scarf from around her neck and let it dangle. She pocketed her yellow gloves and went to take a seat. Her table wasn't exactly in the center of the place but she was still around a decent sized crowd of people that way she could hear the talk of the town.

A waiter came up to take her order and she smiled as she ordered a night big mug of hot chocolate with mini marshmallows. She couldn't wait to have the warm liquid hit her tummy. It was such a pleasant feeling. As she waited for her beverage to arrive she looked around the pub. As usual the owner, Rosaline, was sitting with a table full of people talking away. Although most people could find her annoying she had this infectious personality that was hard to ignore. Shailene watched her with slight amusement.

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Maggie sauntered her way over the where Shailene had taken her seat following the movement of the waiter that was coming back over to the girl with her order. Small curls of steam wafted out of the mug, was it tea? Hot chocolate perhaps. Whatever it was Maharet was positive that it would mask the subtle flavour of the Alhotsy that she had in the palm of her hand. Her fingernail slipped between the flaps unzipping the small baggie to be ready to slip into the cup. Once it was sat down at the table, Maharet had the good luck that Shailene’s attention was focused on the owner of The Three Broomsticks, Rosaline.

With a wicked smile on her hooded face, Maharet walked by quickly, and carefully dumping the contents of the bag into the hot beverage catching a glimpse of it still swirling around. In a matter of seconds the Alhotsy would dissolve and, just as quickly as Maggie had come over to Shailene, she was gone making her way over to the far end of the bar to order herself a drink and watch the mayhem unfold. There were so many things that could happen to Shailene and it made her giddy that the girl would be inflicting it all on herself.

Smoothly pushing the hood off of her head she shot the bartender a sweet smile giving him her attention while she ordered herself a glass of sherry, not wanting to dull the experience by getting so much as tipsy and, for her, the wine was mild. With the glass quickly handed over to her Maharet paid straight away knowing that chaos would soon make such things be put aside. She just wanted to see Shailene injure herself and get out of there. Taking a ginger sip she cast her gaze over at the Hufflepuff girl, casually, as though she were surveying all the people in that general direction rather than focusing solely on one person and waited.

[shailene]

The table erupted with laughter and Shailene half wanting to go participate in the fun even if she really didn't belong at a table full of adults. She sighed lightly wishing that Payton had come to Hogsmeade with her but she had decided to stay behind to practice her dancing. Understanding her best friend's wishes and dreams was what Shailene's duty as a friend was but she missed Payton. It seemed as of late the girl only wanted to focus on her dance steps rather than enjoy herself. Shailene didn't understand for Payton was the best dancer Shailene had ever seen but she knew her dear friend wanted to be perfect at her trait.

The momentary sadness disappeared as a steaming cup of hot chocolate had been placed in front of her. The steam rose up to her nose embracing it in its chocolaty warmth. But the beverage was far too hot, so Shailene picked up her spoon and began to twirl it around the cup. The tiny marshmallows grew smaller with each round her spoon took around the mug. Suddenly a loud cackle came from the table Shailene had been previously distracted by. Rosaline obviously had found something very amusing as she was laughing quite hard gaining the pub's full attention.

Shailene shook her head lightly before returning her gaze toward her drink, which had one last marshmallow slowly disappearing in it. Once all the tiny dots were gone Shailene withdrew the spoon tapping it on the side of the cup to rid the silverware of the chocolate residue before placing it on a napkin. Her hands wrapped around the mug of her favorite beverage, enjoying the warmth it brought her hands on this chilly day. Shailene brought the cup to her lips, pausing to smell it, before taking a small sip to test the temperature. It was cool enough to drink and Shailene decided to take a big gulp to indulge her cravings.

'Yum." She said to herself, as her eyes were closed, enjoying it to the fullest. She placed the cup down and opened her eyes after a moment, shocked flooding her at what she now saw. Her eyes widened with horror but she dared not believe what was before her eyes. Blinking rapidly did not make it disappear. "Oh my." She half screamed. All around the pub were dead animals hanging from the beams, pinned to the wall, and on top of the tables. Shailene hated to see any animal in trouble or pain but to see such a massacre was quite hard for her to handle. "What is wrong with you people?!" She yelled, her eyes filling up with tears. "How dare you hurt such innocent creatures!" She said already accusing everyone in the room.

Shailene could not stand to be here, to be associated with such people. She wanted to leave right away. Digging in her pockets to procured the money to pay for a drink she no longer wanted. As she tossed the money on the table she noticed her owl, batz, was laying on the table; decapitated. His head lay a mere few inches from his body. Her cup was filled with blood and as she glanced down at her hands they were covered in the red liquid. She started to shake her head, slowly at first and then quicker. "No, no, no, no, no...." Was all that she repeated, as she reached up and grasped her hair, practically ripping it out. Tears fell from her hazel eyes. "Get it off!" She yelled, trying to wipe her hands clean of her owl's blood.

The blood wouldn't come off, but it had to. Shailene reached for the nearest knife taking it to her arm. She was determined to rid herself of her blood stained skin. She screamed as the knife came in contact with her skin, as she tried to slice it off. Shailene was able to get a few chunks of skin off before someone restrained her, taking away the one thing that would rid her of the skin of a murderer.

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This was taking too long, her nails drummed against the counter top letting a mild sense of impatience show through. Who cared about the obnoxiously loud laughter coming from the table a few paces over? Maggie took a forceful sip of her sherry distracting her mouth from sneering at the silly Hufflepuff girl. It was a horrid expression anyway, hardly suitable to grace features such as hers. For a split second Maharet’s gaze shifted from Shailene to the liquid that was gently sloshing around in the glass. It wasn’t that great of a blend, but then it was The Three Broomsticks, they wouldn’t know good liquor if it punched them in the face. The Hog’s Head was the only place to go for quality alcohol. Catching movement from Shailene in her peripheral vision, Maggie snapped her head up to train her gaze back on the girl.

She was stirring her hot chocolate, all the better, Maharet figured. It would mix the Alihotsy better, make it even less detectable, not that it really was to begin with. It dawned on her, watching as Shailene took that first antagonizing sip, that it would be in her best interest to dispose of any remaining liquid inside of that mug. This put her at a bit of a risk but not much, hopefully. And then, a most glorious sight, Shailene was taking a long gulp of the hot chocolate giving herself a (un)healthy dose of poison while she was at it. Enjoy it. Maggie thought watching a slight shift in Shailene’s expression. She hadn’t been too sure about which grade her contact had gotten her, but with the rapid response, it seemed to be rather high.

But what was Shailene going on about. Maharet could think of a dozen things off the top of her head that were wrong with the people that were in the pub that day. She wished that she knew what was going on in that warped mind of Shailene’s right now. But as it stood the scene that she was witnessing was rather hilarious. Insanity did have a way of inciting a few chuckles from Maharet. The girl was cracking, completely off her rocker fretting over things that weren’t there, illusions of some torment or another filling her mind.

The real enjoyment was yet to come though. As Shailene picked up a knife and started cutting on herself, Maggie physically leaned forward with wide eyed interest. She supposed it could have easily be mistaken for shock, or even horror. The rest of the pub was in chaos. Chairs being slung back, tables knocked over, all in Shailene’s wake as she attempted to cleanse herself of whatever atrocity that was homed in her skin and the patrons that were scrambling to aid her. As a crowd gathered around Shailene it was Maggie’s chance. She hoped off the stool that she sat on and weaved her way over the overturned tables only to find that the mug had been knocked to the ground, shattered and the liquid seeped into the floorboards. Brushing her hair out of her face as a group hurried past her, Maharet followed them with the intention of going with the flow outside as the owner was corralling people out so the crazy girl could be dealt with. Blood slicked the floor and Maggie nearly slipped in it rather irritated that Shailene’s blood had just tainted a perfectly good pair of heels. Excepting a hand from a boy that was headed out too Maharet took one last look at Shailene, cut to pieces. Thoroughly amused.

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[shailene]

Everything was in complete and utter madness. Shailene had no idea how her Hogsmeade trip had turned into a horror movie. When she had started off the day all she had wanted was to have a nice trip and to enjoy her hot chocolate that she was granting herself, not to see dead animals all over her favorite pub. Pain throbbed through her arms as she glanced down to see the covered in blood, brighter than it had been before. She was suppose to be ridding herself of her red stained arms, to wash away the blood of her owl that laid decapitated on the table she had been previously sitting at. There were owls nailed to the wall, the claws of hippogriffs glued to the ends of chair legs; still bleeding. A unicorn head mounted on the pub's wall a look of immense fear in it's solid black eyes. Help us. Came the voices of the animals, Shailene could hear the pain in their voices. They needed to be saved from the monsters that killed them.

Batz's head rolled over to her leaving his body behind. "why did you do this to me?" The owl asked Shailene and she let out a scream so loud it almost hurt her own ears. How could she have killed her own owl after she had loved him all his life. Shailene's eyes filled with tears as she began to sob. "I didn't kill you. I would never harm any animal." Shailene cried out in desperation wanting her owl to believe her. It did not click in her mind that animals did not speak, at least not in English. Shailene was unaware that everything was not as it should be in her mind.

Just then she remembered what she was doing before the animals decided to plead with her. She had been craving off her own skin not able to bare the thought that this skin, the one attached to her body, was that of an animal murder. She must get rid of it to start anew. She just needed to get this blood off of her but now her own blood was mixed with it and she had no idea where to begin. Shailene went to raise the knife again, unaware of all the stares and commotion she was causing, when suddenly a hand gripped her arm and removed the knife from it. "What are you doing, your apart of it too. Don't act as if your innocent. All of you are murderers!" She shouted, her normally calm eyes were wild with all sort of emotions. "Give it back! I'm not finished yet, I need to get it off of me. Please. Please. Just let me finish." Shailene pleaded, eyes looking up at the man who looked extremely familiar.

By the time her wicked eyes glanced back to her arms they were healed but the blood was still all over her skin. "Just get it off, I beg you." She whispered lightly as she held up her arms closer to his face. Shailene was slightly aware that she had been asked a question but apart of her had not wanted to answer it. But if she truly was a killer, even though it was just an animal, then she needed to be punished. "I killed him....my owl. He is right there." She said pointed to the spot that she saw Batz but no one else could. "They are every where. Dead animals all over the place. They did it." She said accusing the customers who seemed to be rushing about to leave.

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[shailene]

The Hufflepuff girl was frightened beyond belief. What would happen to her now that she had confessed to killing an innocent animal? Would she be sent away to Azkaban prison, well if that was what her punishment turned out to be she would deserve the fate. Tears began to spill down her cheeks in a quick manner, appearing one after another. A deep voice was speaking softly to her, telling her to take deep breaths. The voice as well as it's owner were familiar. The way he called her miss hufflepuff reminded her of one of her professors. It seemed that the fogginess in her mind seemed to be clearing up but not enough for her to fully understand what was going on.

In the back of her mind she knew that it was best to calm down and listen to the man that held her arms. She did as she was instructed and took deep breaths which seemed to supply her brain with more oxygen, something she needed. As the blood washed away from her arms, she felt relaxed. She wasn't tainted anymore, wasn't covered in her beloved owls blood. Although the deed could not be undone at least she could focus on something else for the moment. "Thank you." She breathed, looking up at the man.

Watching the dark haired man look around the pub he seemed not to register anything she had told him was there. Was she going insane, lost her mind? When he attention returned to her he held up a glass asking if this was all she had had before the visions started to appear. "Yes." She said simply not understanding. They weren't visions, it was all real. At least that's what she thought. "Whats going to happen to me?" She asked, worried filled her hazel eyes.

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The cloud in Shailene's mind was beginning to disperse, letting her thoughts formulate with more sense about the scene around her. Although the images of the murdered animals were still there they seemed to be becoming fainter, almost disappearing. It finally hit Shailene that something was off here, something just wasn't right. Whether it was her or the entire pub she wasn't quite sure yet but the puzzle pieces were starting to fall into place. Shailene looked over at the fading owl on the floor, her owl, and her eyes began to water again but she held them back not wanting to accept the fact that her beloved owl was gone. Not after all the years they had spend together.

Adverting her hazel eyes Shailene looked upon the man that was helping her. His dark hair, tall figure, muscular body, and French accent all seemed familiar. She studied him a little longer but only obtained the fact that he was rather handsome and someone she knew but his name would not come through the remains of the fogginess in her head. "I know you, don't I?" She asked in a calm tone, confusion in her voice.

Shailene heard the man ask for someone to whip up a potion for the common poisons. Was that what was going on? Had she been poisoned? "What do we need that for? You think I've been poisoned?" Shailene asked her voice laced with fear. The Hufflepuff had no any enemies, or none at least that she thought would hurt her in such a way. She now feared for her life and was confused on who to trust.

Next thing she knew Shailene was being handed a vile with a teal liquid and the man telling her to drink it. How did he expect her to drink something if she had just been poisoned moment before. "I don't know if I can." Shailene whispered, fear in her eyes. Unwillingly she took the vile with shaking hands and looked at the man once more. She knew who this was, he was her professor. "Professor Delacroix?" She asked, though she was certain it was him. His eyes told her she could trust him and with one final look she finally brought the cold vile to her lips and drank the potion.

The potion worked almost instantly, she could feel her mind piecing together everything, that it all had just been a dream like state. None of it had really happened. But just as quickly her mind began to fog back up but with a new type of cloudiness. Shailene let out a large yawn, she was exhausted. She could feel her knees begin to wobble and she grasped the nearest table to steady herself. "I think I need to lie down Professor." Shailene said hoping that she would crash to the floor.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll153/tokyotabby/Grey.jpg); border: solid #ffffff 4px; width: 250px; height: 650px;] i'm a lady killer and your a pretty lady The silence that had fallen seemed to last forever and it unsettled him. He wanted to know how she was doing and by her rattling off about dead animals allowed him to know, but her silence was something that he did not like. His mind was still trying to figure out who would do such a thing to one of the students of Hogwarts, a prefect at that. How did someone manage to slip something to her right under his nose? Ok so it didn’t help that he had his back turned to the room, perhaps if he was looking around more, if he had turned around to look for a table, then Shailene wouldn’t have been drugged. He was blaming himself for this. If only he had a time turner, he could rewrite the event in the pub, snatch the drink from her and tip it down the sink where no one could be harmed from it. The patrons would never know what would have unfolded and they would never have had to be ushered out of the pub. Her voice snapped him out of his thoughts. It was a sign he was most desperately wanting from her, at least she was still able to talk. "I know you, don't I?" Well that was something no professor wanted to hear. Of course she knew him, how could a student not know their professor. "Yes Miss Wood, you know me," he replied, he didn’t want her to think too much on it, instead he wanted to focus on her getting better. He deliberately left out the part of who he was, it wasn’t important at this moment, all she needed to know was that he was trying to help her. She spoke again after he asked for the antidote. How did someone tell another that it was a possibility that they could have been poisoned? He didn’t want to sugar-coat it and say no, but he didn’t want her to be confronted with the idea of herself being poisoned either. "Its a precautionary measure, Miss Hufflepuff. I'm not saying you have been of that you haven’t. Your drink came back with no trace of poison but one can never be too careful," he really hoped his answered sounded good, not the cold hard truth yet not sugar-coated either. What did she mean she didn’t think she can, of course she could, all she had to do was bring the vial to her lips and empty it down her throat, simple. Maybe it was the idea of her being poisoned by a drink that scared her into taking something else. "You can do it, have faith," faith really, that sounded really corny, but hey if it worked and she drunk it, well he wasn’t about to complain. And then she said his name. It seemed like her visions were clearing a little. "Yes Miss Hufflepuff," he replied before watching her lift the vial and drink the contents. He didn’t expect the effects to be instantaneously. In fact he didn’t expect the potion to work at all. He felt like jumping up and down in excitement but refrained himself from doing so. Just because it had worked didn’t mean the poison or whatever she had taken was gone. He watched her reach for the table, trying to steady herself. Oh she needed to lie down. Well now there wasn’t any place that was particularly comfortable to lie down in a pub. Reaching out for her, giving her added support. "You can lie down when we get you to the hospital wing," he replied as he reached down and swept her off her feet, his arm under her knees, the other supporting her back and shoulders as he cradled her to his chest. Turning to the owner of the three broomsticks, he thanked her for her help before heading towards the door, where he was sure many of the patrons were still gathered outside. so that means i'm gonna kill you WORDS: 661 TAGGED: shailene wood NOTES: n/a template made by mikey is a lady killer ?! @ caution 2.0, steal it and she'll send zombie pandas to eat your brains!

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How was one suppose to react to the news that they may or may not have been poisoned? With such an uncertain quality to the matter how could her own actions be of a certain manner? Shailene found herself so utterly confused, who on earth would have put her in danger and on purpose at that? The Hufflepuff had no inclinations about who would possibly want to harm her. Racking her brain for some passed wrong she had committed a headache began to arise. Shailene was quite certain she hadn't done anything to merit such an attack against her. Always pleasant to those who treated her with respect it made no sense as to who would waste their time to poison her.

Strange how the unlikely are the first to fall, the truly innocent the guinea pigs of an eviler plan to be brought down upon the true victims. Shaking such vile thoughts from her mind Shailene had to focus. If she dwelled on such thoughts then she would surely scare herself so severely she might just crawl under a rock. She held the vile in her hand as Professor Delacroix persuaded her to drink it. The sound of the words "Miss Hufflepuff" encased with a heavy French accent eased her nerves. Being practically raised in Hogwarts Shailene had grown to trust her professors so she obliged and drained the vile.

After a moment or two it seemed as if it was beginning to work but Shailene quickly grew faint with exhaustion to the point that she used a neighboring table to support her weakened frame. Professor Delacroix assured her that she would be able to rest once she was safely in the hospital wing at Hogwarts. It sounded almost as good as home at that point but she wondered how on earth she would make it back on her own two feet. No more than a second had that thought occurred in her mind before she was being swept up into a pair of secure arms. "Please Professor Delacroix, put me down. I'm sure I can walk this seems so...." She trailed off not being able to describe exactly how she felt about the situation. Never in her life would she had thought she would one day be carried by one of her Professors, especially one she had a crush on and had embarrassed herself in front of during their first lesson this year. She could feel her cheeks burning with further humiliation, for what reason she was so ashamed was unbeknownst to her. Perhaps it was just being so helpless in front of a man she wanted to view her as a strong woman, although in Professor Delacroix's eyes she was surely just a girl.

Shailene sighed as they left the pub. She had a funny feeling that despite her protest he would carry her all the way back to Hogwarts for it was quite evident that she did not have the strength travel the trek on her own two feet. The Hufflepuff wasn't going to fool anyone for she could barely hold her own head up. It wobbled slightly as she fought her exhaustion but able to fight it no longer, she snuggled into Professor Delacroix's chest breathing in the natural scent of his body finding this to be the most comfortable place she could be.

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