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[Wilhelmina & Darius]

and it's not a cry you can hear at night ,

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"You haven't changed my room, have you?"

Wilhelmina called down to her father, who was bringing her things in and slowly following her. "Of course I didn't, Mina. Have I ever touched a thing in there?" George responded, carefully carrying her trunk up the stairs to her bedroom. Mina laughed and shook her head, throwing her door open and immediately moving over to flop down onto her bed. "Mmm! I missed it here," she exclaimed, her voice muffled by the blankets her face was currently buried within. George entered the rather young, feminine room shortly after his daughter and set her trunk down in front of her bed. The prematurely gray-haired man then took a seat upon the large trunk, turning to look at Mina as she moved to sit on the edge of her bed. "It has missed you as well. The house is so quiet without you here," George's voice was rather melancholy as he spoke, a sad smile forming on his face. Mina didn't respond vocally, but leaned over and embraced her father with a long sigh. She had missed him more than anything, and a part of her always wished that he could somehow come to Hogwarts with her so she wouldn't have to miss him so much.

Their embrace slowly broke as Mina sat back on her bed comfortably. "You tell me that every year when I come back, but I'm sure you'd hate it at Hogwarts, surrounded by students who are worse than me." Mina laughed quietly as she looked around her girlish room, a large smile plastered on her face. George nodded, and the room quickly went silent as the two simply enjoyed each other's company. A few seconds later, father and daughter yawned simultaneously. The small family had gotten home relatively late, and the long talks they had on the ride home had exhausted both of them. After the yawn, Wilhelmina laughed and fell back on her bed. "You should probably get to bed, Dad. Don't you have work tomorrow?" she asked, turning her head over at her obviously tired father. George sighed and nodded slowly. "You're right, hon," he stood with his words, stretching before making his way toward the door. "You do the same. I will have breakfast ready for you in the morning, and I expect you to be up and awake enough to eat with me. Got it?" The two laughed together for a moment, Wilhelmina nodding in agreement before her father slipped quietly out of the room.

Hours later, both Mina and her father were in bed and fast asleep. Most of Wilhelmina's things were still scattered in their living room, her father much too tired to bother carrying everything else up the stairs and into her room. Their home was dark and quiet, save for the occasional bark from the two large dogs that roamed around their backyard.

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[Miss Murder]

Xanthe
Promise me that when I'm gone you'll kill my enemies.
The damage you've inflicted, temporary wounds.

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Xanthe had been walking for hours in the small suburban Muggle town that now surrounded her. She was searching for nothing, moving, breathing for nothing. Rabastan had gotten too much to stand and Xavier was hardly home anymore. Loneliness was sometimes hard for Miss Murder to deal with, since being a twin it was only natural to crave some type of companionship. But here, she traveled alone.
Her steps became solid, the bottoms of her Converse scathing the concrete beneath her. The Slytherin green cloak she wore was enclosed around her chest to block the warm, night summer air. Xanthe’s eyes glinted to her sides, every so often they switched from right to left as she passed the Muggle homes. These houses looked different despite all the rave about equally-looking homes in her childhood Muggle town. It was kind of refreshing to know the non-magical community had a least a little creativity, and thankfully they had enough class for a garage.
The wind behind her ruffled the thick trees, sending her red hair swooping to the sides of her face. She was pale against the white streetlights, unhappy that the damn things even existed. She didn’t want to be seen; she was angry at so many things it was hard to pinpoint what she was actually furious about.
Slowly coming to a halt in front of a pretty house, Xanthe’s lips widened to a devious grin. The yard was nicely mowed and surrounded by white fence. There wasn’t really any greenery on the property other than a few flowers and bushes, considering it was somewhat small. There was a white marble birdbath near the steps. It had a miniscule crack in the side of it, but that didn’t matter.
BARK!
Instinctively, the Slytherin withdrew her wand from her pocket with a start, pointing it in the direction of the noise. She really disliked dogs. They were messy and stupid-looking, perfect for a lot of what she considered to be ignorant, dumb people themselves.
Realizing the dogs weren’t coming out, Xanthe cautiously lowered her left arm and pulled her sleeve down to cover her wrist. She blinked once, her face retreating to a rusty scowl. All the lights were off inside the house, and she had the urge to kill. A mindless murder she was contemplating, but it might give this small town a story to hear. It was probably quite a bore in such a quiet place; they needed a wake-up call, especially from witches and wizards like herself. She’d make sure they knew it was magic.
Xanthe smiled and headed toward the gate of the property. Her right hand moved toward the black lock. She opened the gate soundlessly and entered the yard, eventually stopping her movement at the front door.
Under a steel mailbox there was a doorbell button, and to the left of that, a fake gold-plated door knob. Facing the mahogany door (that reminded her of the Drawing Room), the young girl breathed in the darkness, her lips only slightly parted.
Colloportus.
The door swung open with a slight creak, and Xanthe pushed it farther away from her with one of her scarred palms before shutting it. She entered the house and glanced around the living room, eyeing every piece of information she could use to make the murder scene special.
Her gaze landed on a few items she was able to identify with: a cauldron full of half-used potion ingredients and supplies (which she looked through greedily for unique materials), a few books she didn’t bother to look through, and a few black robes strung neatly across the couch. Something about those really caught her eye.
Those are Gryffindor colours.
She glanced behind her to make sure no one was coming, and bent down to look closer at the uniform. A Hogwarts robe alright; it had a Gryffindor crest on the left breast of it with a red satin lining on the inside. Though the robe wasn’t made with the best material, she could tell it was authentic.
So a Gryffindor lives here…?
Xanthe abandoned the items, turning to the stairs to her right. She intriguingly began to ascend, growing extremely curious to who the Gryffindor could be. With her luck it’d be David Solomon.
Ugh.
Upon reaching a white bedroom door, the Death Eater turned the knob and opened it very slowly. Her green eyes peered inside through her rectangle lenses. Straight across from her she saw a form wrapped snuggly in navy blue covers, the figure of a person on its side. The bedroom was neat but showed the signs it belonged to an older male, from the looks of it since most of the items were blue. This was obviously not the Gryffindor’s room.
She approached the sleeping man gradually over the cream-colored carpet, walking on her heels rather than her toes. Xanthe paused and stood in front of his unconscious face, casting a shadow from the moonlight over his eyes.
He’d surly wake up soon.

I'm coming back from the dead, and I'll take you home with me.
I'm taking back the life you stole.

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[Wilhelmina & Darius]

and it's not a cry you can hear at night ,

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George slept soundly within his bedroom, comfortably nestled up against his pillows and blankets. He had gone to sleep easier that night than he had previous nights throughout the year, mainly because he knew where his daughter was and that she was perfectly safe in the room across the hall. He was extraordinarily happy that she was finally home with him once again, and he wouldn't have to spend a majority of his days alone within his gloomy house worried about how his only child was handling school. George had drifted off with visions of his beloved daughter in his head, and as he drifted further and further into a deep sleep, his mind dived into more intimate memories of his family. He dreamed of how his life use to be, before his wife and sons died, before Wilhelmina had been accepted into Hogwarts. Everything was so easy, so peaceful and calm.

WIthin his dream, George was sitting with his wife on their front lawn as the two watched their children play together, and his heart leapt within his slumber as she felt the soft touch of his wife's lip on his cheek. George turned to return the favor, but his hand was quickly tugged on. "Daddy! Come chase us!" the younger Mina giggled as she ran off and past her brothers. The three children scattered across the yard as George jumped to his feet, gladly taking the opportunity to play with his children. He chased after the slowest one first, his youngest son who was a few years younger than Mina at the time, and quickly had him wrapped up in his arms. As the two laughed, George trotted back over to his wife and dropped the young boy next to her. "Who's next?" he asked his youngest boy, who quickly responded with is version of Wilhelmina's name. "Mi-mi!" With booming laughter, George bent at his waist and placed a kiss on the boy's forehead.

George turned on his bare feet and quickly caught sight of the blond-headed little girl attempting to climb the large tree near the back of their home. He took a deep breath, then ran off toward the tree. Within seconds he could hear his daughter's laughter, mixed in with her slightly frightened squeals as he got closer and closer to her. Just as he was about to reach the large tree, his foot caught a rock and he tumbled forward onto his stomach. George's entire family gasped simultaneously, and then there was another loud squeal from Wilhelmina as she jumped from the tree and made it over to her father just as her mother had. George groaned as he was turned off, and huffed as something climbed onto his chest, taking the breath from him. Wilhelmina was staring down at him, worry etched on her face. "Daddy?"

"Hm?" Suddenly his eyes were open, and he was back in his bedroom. He had an odd feeling, the kind a person gets when someone you dislike is standing far too close or..when there was someone watching you without you actually knowing it. His eyes slowly focused and then moved up to the figure standing above him, and he spoke thinking that it was his daughter. "Mina? What are you doing? Is something.." he cut himself off, eventually realizing something. This figure couldn't be his daughter, even though the blurry silhouette did look feminine and small enough to be her, the hair and the facial features he could make out did not belong to Mina. His brow furrowed and he immediately sat up in his bad, looking over the figure cautiously. "Who the bloody hell are you?!"

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[Miss Murder]

Xanthe
Promise me that when I'm gone you'll kill my enemies.
The damage you've inflicted, temporary wounds.

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“Me…?” Xanthe asked, lifting an index finger to her chest. She smiled and began to chuckle as the shadows moved across her face from her movements. Her soft laughter was enough to make a shiver go down anyone’s spine. She raised her wrist slightly and bent it towards the door, her wand flickering over at the knob. The door was now completely locked. At least, by any Muggle means to opening it.
With any luck this man was a Muggle himself. Gryffindors were often Mudbloods and half-bloods; rarely any purebloods other than the Weasleys made it into the House of red and gold.
“Oh, how do you not know me?”
The Slytherin took a few steps toward him, the black that made her face rolling off of her white skin. Her cloak dragged to the floor, hissing as she walked to the man that was Mina’s father.
He was sleeping so soundly, too. It must’ve been having a happy dream. The father’s facial expressions faded and sharpened over the short ten minutes or so Xanthe was standing in his presence. His face went from a blush to a smile, a smile to an expression of failure and recovery. Though, his body had not even shifted during this time, all except when he finally opened his eyes.
Her emerald eyes blinked calmly, and her head tipped back lightly.
“I’m the relief to your pain, your quickest way out of this terrible world we live in. Face it, sir. Heaven has abandoned us all,” she said quietly in the prettiest tone she could muster. “It’s just you and me here in this room. No one can get in or out… well, not people like you anyway.”
Xanthe got to her knees and rested her elbows on the edge of his bed, creating the indents of her own body and bones. She glanced over at the door, checking once more that no magical force was going to penetrate her own.
“You were dreaming about her weren’t you? Your love?” she continued, rolling her wand between her fingers. She looked him straight into his eyes, trying to express sympathy. “She’s dead, isn’t she? Was she ripped away from your arms, her life sucked out of her mercilessly by the being you dreadfully call God?”

I'm coming back from the dead, and I'll take you home with me.
I'm taking back the life you stole.

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[Wilhelmina & Darius]

and it's not a cry you can hear at night ,

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George
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His eyes carefully examined the face as the shadows played across it, attempting to figure out if maybe he knew the female from somewhere. There was no way he did. It wasn't like he knew many young girls, and from what he could see this girl didn't look to be much older than his own daughter. This girl's somewhat out of place laughter gave the man a chill, and only made him slightly frustrated and confused. Her movements were just as confusing, until he noticed what the girl was holding within the hand she had moved. It looked somewhat like a stick, but with a daughter who was a witch and almost constantly practicing what she had learned at school, he knew that it was a wand. Knowing now that this stranger was magical he wondered if maybe it was a friend of Mina's, possibly playing some kind of trick on him. But, this girl didn't have a playful air around her. She was slightly frightening, even to a full grown man like George.

His heart quickened as the girl moved closer, and his body stiffened in a defensive way. George raised an eyebrow as the girl answered his question, though not exactly how he had expected her to. Then again, what had he expected? She had apparently snuck into his home and was standing over him while he was sleeping, did he really think she was going to just give him her name? "People like me?" that statement only cemented the fact that this girl was magical. His heart now pounded loudly against his chest, turning his head toward the bedroom door the girl had previously flicked her wand toward. "The relief to my pain? I'm sorry but I am not completely sure what you are talking about. I have no pain and I am not looking to leave this life any time soon."

As the girl moved to sit on her knees, taking it upon herself to rest against his bed, George moved from the edge and kicked the blankets away from his body. Her questions and straight on stare tugged at his emotions, causing his frustration and confusion to leave for the moment. "I was.." he muttered, taking a deep breath as memories of his wife flooded into his head. But her next set of questions completely turned his mood around once again, his anger now doubled. George's face got red hot and she rolled off the opposite side of his bed and onto his feet. "How dare you come into my house without any kind of permission and ask these kinds of questions! It is none of your damn business what I was dreaming, or who I was dreaming about! Nor is it any of your business to know who in my family has passed. But, I can tell you that my love was taken away from me for a reason and not because God was being merciless." George huffed, quickly moving toward his bedroom door. "I do think that you need to leave before I decide to call the authorities!"

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[Miss Murder]

Xanthe
Promise me that when I'm gone you'll kill my enemies.
The damage you've inflicted, temporary wounds.

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His sudden anger surprised her, making her eyes widen and her body pull back from his silhouette. Xanthe honestly had not expected the man to lash out at her. It was kind of threatening, but it’s not like the police would ever even find her. At a young age she could disparate, she could erase his memory- anything she wanted. She was a Death Eater, and on top of that, magically talented. It wouldn’t be difficult to cover up her hazy tracks.
“Ooh, I’ve strung a nerve,” the girl said, chuckling to herself for a short moment. She took a minute to gaze around the room again, searching for a phone somewhere. Of course, there was a home telephone resting on his nightstand, but the cord could be easily cut or stopped with a gesture of her wand. Though the phone would not help him against a witch, she could cut it to cause him hysteria, a horrible feeling of helplessness and desperation.
“I’m going to take that as I was correct about your dream. Honestly, sir, being transparent is not a good trait to have,” she told him. “I think you’re actually hurt, right, that I knew? Perhaps you are using anger as a cover up for your buried feelings of mourning and relentlessness yearning. I used to be that way, too.”
Xanthe felt her legs begin tingle from lack of circulation, so she naturally stood up again, towering over the face of her victim.
At least I was right about him being a Muggle. No wizard would threaten to call someone as cowardly as Muggle cops.
Jerking her hand sideways, the phone went up into flames. They burned and died within a few seconds, lighting the room for that same small amount of time. The reflection of the small blaze bounced off her glasses as she watched it, lighting her pallid form to orange. She didn’t bother to get a better look at the man at her mercy, since she honestly didn’t care who he was or what he looked like.
To her, it was all a humorous situation.
After the fire went out, the Death Eater turned her head back to him.
“In case you haven’t realized by now, I am a witch. I can do anything I want with you, manipulate you in any way I please, but,” she said, crossing her arms, “I rather just make you beg for your worthless life. I want to see you suffer. With no offence to you, of course; I don’t even know your name or who you are. I frankly don’t care. All I know is I don’t want you to produce more impure blood, even if that‘s not the reason for killing you.”
Xanthe smirked and uncrossed her arms, pointing her wand to his forehead.
Crucio.
This should be interesting.

I'm coming back from the dead, and I'll take you home with me.
I'm taking back the life you stole.

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[Wilhelmina & Darius]

and it's not a cry you can hear at night ,

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"Are you daft?! You are claiming that I am angry because I am covering up my true feelings? You have come into my home without permission and you expect me to spill my feelings to you, and not be angry with some girl sneaking into my house?" As George started toward the telephone, it went up in flames. He jerked his head away from the burning phone to the girl, now a little worried about her intentions. His questions about her intentions were answered right away as she mentioned how she apparently wanted him to beg for his life, and not knowing much about magic he had to chuckle quietly. How was a girl not much bigger than his own daughter, smaller even, going to force him to beg for his life? Even with magic.

And then he was on the floor, writhing around in excruciating pain. He could feel every muscle in his body tighten, and then release, and then repeat over and over again. George's screams were incredibly loud, surely penetrating the walls and flowing through the entirety of his home. This pain was like none other, and George had been through a good few physical problems, but this was enough to drive someone completely insane. It felt like his body was on fire, and like there were thousands of thick needles being forced into his every inch of his skin.

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Wilhelmina

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Wilhelmina had been sleeping rather soundly, and heavily, within her bedroom. Unlike her father, she had had a bit of a problem actually getting to sleep. Even though she had been very tired when she hit the pillow, for some reason her body wasn't letting her relax. Maybe it was a sign of what was to come. Her dreams had been interrupted by an odd noise, something didn't exactly recognize at first. But as she sat up and listened more carefully, she realized that this noise was the sound of her father..screaming? Quickly, Mina jumped out of bed and ran over to her door to throw it open and run the short distance down the hall. Her body hit his door as she tried to open, praying that he was okay. It was locked. "What?" she frantically asked herself, pushing against the door and attempting to turn the knob two more times. "Dad! Oh God, Dad please open the door!" There was nothing but his continuous screams, and the faint sound of his body squirming painfully around the floor. Mina stepped back and took a deep breath, knowing that she needed to find a way to get in there. Her face brightened for a moment and she quickly turned on her heels, frantically running back to her room and searching through her school bag for her wand.

"Damnit, where is it?!" she spat at herself just before pulling her magical weapon out of her bag. In seconds she was back at her father's door, trying it once more manually before stepping back at pointing her wand at it. "Alohomora!" Mina screamed as she flicked her wand at the knob. Just faintly over the traumatic screams of her father, she heard his bedroom door unlock and she burst through it and into room. Her eyes scanned the room, catching sight of the shadowed figure before moving her eyes down to her father. "Oh my god!" Mina ran to her father, immediately kneeling beside him and staring in shock. "What are you.." she started, but as she looked up at the figure she noticed something in her hand. "Stop it! You're hurting him! Stop!"

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[Miss Murder]

Xanthe
Promise me that when I'm gone you'll kill my enemies.
The damage you've inflicted, temporary wounds.

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It was fun to watch the man squirm around like a fish out of water, screaming from the excruciating pain of the Cruciatus Curse. What a little handy invention of the wizarding world it had come to be. It made some laugh, some cry, some want to die, some want to live. You see, no one was thankful for their lives anymore. It seemed everyone on the planet has begun to take their lives either as granted or… a curse.
Between the yelps of pain and her own laughter, Xanthe saw a figure emerge onto the scene out of the corner of her eye. She had not heard the door open through all the excitement in the room, but the human form standing just across from her was a face she was rather familiar with.
The Slytherin stopped her torturous magic on what was probably this girl’s father, letting her hand rest for a moment in midair, and leaving the man to recover from his agony.
“Oh,” she said, turning toward the pretty face in the doorway. “Welcome, Mina, your father and I were just having a nice chat about his feelings.”
Xanthe relaxed every muscle in her body and walked over to Mina. She looked exactly as she had left other than her sleeping outfit. Mina had always been, from what Xanthe could understand, a quiet, hushed girl. Hardly did Mina really stick up for herself and when she did, it was to no avail. A lot of people liked to pick on her because of this reason.
“I’m sure you’d like to see more, would you not?”
The red-headed girl smiled and gestured to George over her shoulder with her wand. “Is that your dad? He’s quite a character,” she taunted. “He’s in emotional denial. He still dreams of a woman, your mother that now lies in ashes miles from here I assume, and he denies everything. I know it is what he desires most. I mean, look at him.”
Xanthe went to Mina’s side, her arm over her two tiny shoulders. Again, she pointed to the man with her wand.
“He’s pitiful. He only walks this world for you, and what do you do? Go to Hogwarts and continue to be a failure and disgrace. Mudbloods simply do not belong in Hogwarts in the first place. They’re merely garbage just as Muggles like him are.”
Her green eyes blinked. She looked at Mina with a smirk, smiling but not showing her teeth.
“Are you ready to test your worth?”

I'm coming back from the dead, and I'll take you home with me.
I'm taking back the life you stole.

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[Wilhelmina & Darius]

and it's not a cry you can hear at night ,

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She had never once seen the Cruciatus Curse being used on someone, but it wasn't hard to tell what was going on in this situation. Mina had yet to figure out who this tortuous figure was, not bothering with anything other than her father at the moment. But, the moment his body had stopped writhing around in pain and his screams finally quieted down to agonizing groans and whimpers, Wilhelmina jerked her head up in the direction of the attacker. The other girl spoke, sending an eery chill down Mina's spine. She knew that voice, she had heard it a number of times before, she just couldn't put her finger on who exactly it belonged to. Then the dangerous female moved toward her, and as she got closer her features became clearer and clearer. Mina stood quickly, her brow furrowed in frustration and confusion as her eyes scanned the girl up and down, finally stopping on her face. "Xanthe?"

This didn't make sense to Mina at all. Sure, her and Xanthe had bumped heads a number of times in the previous years, but more recently Mina had gone as far as to call the Slytherin a friend. Apparently that had been a very big mistake. Her heart sank with this realization. The one time she had let herself call anyone that since her siblings had died, and this is what happens? The so-called friend happens to appear in her house in the middle of the night to torture the one beloved family member that she had left.

Mina took a small step away from Xanthe, shaking her head in response to the first, rather ridiculous, question that had left the Slytherin's mouth. Wilhelmina did not want to talk to this girl, she wanted to follow her first instinct and tackle the worthless creature to the floor. But that wasn't the smart thing to do, and she would temporarily keep herself under control. "Is it wrong of him to dream of the woman he loved for so long? A woman that loved him just as much in return, gave him children, and completed his life?" Mina spoke harshly toward Xanthe, something that not many people had ever experienced. Her body stiffened as Xanthe moved from in front of her to her side, and had the nerve to lay her arm over her shoulders. The small Gryffindor turned quickly, angrily pulling her shoulders away from the girl and quickly shoving her away. "You call him pitiful," she spat toward Xanthe. "Can you honestly tell me, Xanthe, that you have never once dreamed of Darien? Can you really stand there and say that you don't desire him more than anything? That you don't want him back?"

"Of course you can't," she stated bluntly. "And if you did you would not only be a torturous monster, but a miserable liar!" Mina huffed, obviously irritated. The next few comments hit Mina like a large fist to her mouth, causing the generally timid girl wanting to beat the Slytherin's face into a bloody pulp. "I am the failure and disgrace? This coming from someone who apparently finds joy in torturing the helpless, someone who can't find anything better to do than to attack innocent muggles who can do nothing to fight back. I'd say that is much more disgraceful than anything I have ever done." She took a deep breath, her voice getting louder each time she spoke as she started to drop her guard. "I cannot believe you, Xanthe. You claim to hate people like me, but you know just as I do that there were times when you treated me just as well as you treated the people who are supposedly just as pure as you."

Mina's nose wrinkled in hatred, taking another step away from Xanthe and gripping onto her wand dangerously. "Test my worth? If there is anyone here that needs to test their worth, it's you." Wilhelmina was not going to back down, no matter what was thrown at her. She wasn't here to protect herself any longer, she was keeping her father safe.

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[Miss Murder]

Xanthe
Promise me that when I'm gone you'll kill my enemies.
The damage you've inflicted, temporary wounds.

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“Oh, Mina, you stupid girl,” Xanthe scoffed, shaking her head slowly while tipped slightly to the right. Her emerald eyes stared at the Gryffindor maniacally, but somewhat taunting. In Xanthe’s mind no one could defeat her, especially not a Mudblood like Mina and her pitiful father of a Muggle. No, that was purely ignorance on her part. “Don’t try to move me with your thick, daft words. They mean nothing to me, just like Darien Wakefield doesn‘t. Not anymore.”
Xanthe blinked behind her to the man in pain behind her, feeling no remorse whatsoever. She took a few strides toward him as if she gleamed with pride and power to act as a manipulator to this poor father, and put her hands on his scarlet cheeks in a motherly way. She grinned at him, narrowing her focus until she looked back to Mina.
“You don’t seem to understand,” she said, keeping her hands in place. “Darwin believed that the strongest and fit to survive will be the ones to survive. Medicine and lack of will for power has allowed Muggles to reproduce and live so far. See, humans with pure magical ability is not a mutation; it’s evolution. We are the next type of human fit to thrive on the planet, not simple Muggles like your sweet daddy here.”
The redhead raised one hand and smacked George lightly on the cheek before turning completely back to her schoolmate. Xanthe crossed her arms and leaned on the side of the bed, her wand spinning between her middle and index finger on her left hand.
“There are so few of us because hundreds of years ago we were nearly wiped out. The only reason why is simple: we felt pity for those unlike us. We did not kill them because we felt it immoral, even if it was what we were put here to do.”
Her face turned to disgust.
“Some wizards and witches were weak enough to actually fall for these helpless creatures, which is why somewhere down the line, you were able to have some magical ability despite having two Muggle parents. One of your ancestors was idiotic enough to breed with a Muggle. A long line of Squibs followed and that makes you. Congratulations on being the retarded offspring of a half-blood and a handful of useless Squibs.”
Xanthe inched a bit closer to Mina slowly, her steps nearly unnoticeable and her arms farther apart than usual. Her stance was full of threat and confidence, something most could get a fright out of if they knew who they were dealing with.
“So, how about it?” she snarled. “Let’s test your worth.”
The Murder twin tapped her wand with her opposite palm, and her wrist raised. She waved it in calm, gentle circles above her head, setting a ring of fire around George, who was cast out helplessly where he lay.
“Come and get me.”

I'm coming back from the dead, and I'll take you home with me.
I'm taking back the life you stole.

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[Wilhelmina & Darius]

and it's not a cry you can hear at night ,

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Wilhelmina

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Xanthe's words stung, and at first Wilhelmina couldn't help but let things like that, coming from the mouth of a person who was previously her friend, make her incredibly sad. But as Xanthe continued to speak her words began to sink in, Mina's blood began to boil with extraordinary hatred. This was certainly not something she had ever felt before, and it was quite surprising how sudden it had built up within her. Everyone that knew anything about Wilhelmina White knew that she wasn't exactly much of a fighter, unless someone made her relatively angry. The girl was known for physically tackling her opponent and attempting to beat the snot out of them, and she had succeeded once or twice with certain students back at Hogwarts. That didn't mean, however, that she had no clue how to fight with her wand instead of her fists. Mina was small, and it was often hard for her to get an opponent down with nothing but strength, so the use of magic came in handy from time to time.

With her jaw clenched, Mina quickly raised her arm and pointed her wand at the red-headed Slytherin. Her breath came heavily, her heart pounding insanely against her chest. There were so many emotions pulsing through at that moment. She was frightened, more so for her father's life than her own. Sure, the idea of death did scare her, but the thought of going through life without the support of her father was even worse. Even with the huge amount of anger coursing through her, sorrow still echoed throughout her mind. She didn't want to lose a friend, she didn't want to have to fight this girl, and she didn't want to have to watch her father lay there in pain from the torture. However, there was nothing she could do about it and she hated that. Mina needed control of this situation and she was going to get it, even if it meant getting herself hurt.

A spell immediately came to mind, but Mina hesitated when she opened her mouth to speak it. This was against the rules; using magic outside the walls of Hogwarts. But what was she suppose to do? She couldn't let Xanthe get the first hit in, or she could possibly be injured. However, if she cast the first spell she could get into trouble for using magic when not allowed. Her hand began to shake, along with the rest of her body. She certainly did not have time to clearly think about this decision, she had to make her move now or she was going to fail. She stiffened her body, glaring sharply at the worthless fire-haired girl before her. Mina took a deep breath, and finally spoke. "Stupefy!" it was harsh, but there was still a hint of sorrow within her high, child-like voice. Her heart ached, her entire body ached, as she watched the jet of red light shoot from her wand and quickly move toward her unfortunate opponent. And during all of this commotion, one simple thought was swimming through her head.

"Oh my God. Please, please don't let this happen."

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[Miss Murder]

Xanthe
Promise me that when I'm gone you'll kill my enemies.
The damage you've inflicted, temporary wounds.

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Mina’s voice came to her ears suddenly, ringing the inner core of her brain. Xanthe honestly didn’t think that the girl would cast the first spell, due to all the Hogwarts policies and whatnot. Ah, well. One more spell and Mina would get completely expelled from the wizarding school, like Xanthe should have a long time ago.
However, who in the wizarding population didn’t know she was a Death Eater by now, anyway? With Snape as a headmaster he could easily pull her from a difficult bind. A nasty glare on his face as he did, but Snape knew very well that if Voldemort’s wants were neglected, he would get the death sentence.
Poor Snape.
Xanthe saw the spell zooming towards her like a bloodied shooting star hurdling down to the earth. Instinctively, and with much care and grace, the Slytherin brought her arm up to her face. She easily knocked the spell away as if it were nothing but an annoying fly buzzing about the room.
If this is all she’s got this shouldn’t be difficult.
She scoffed as Mina’s spell hit the floor and dissolved into thin air, disappearing without a trace.
How boring.
Rolling her eyes, Xanthe positioned her body in a snake-like stance. Her eyes were directly set on the Gryffindor, ready for the kill, her head was lifted up forward, and she stood slightly curved to the left as she began to brainstorm her next move.
When you really thought about it, the redhead had both an advantage and a disadvantage. Being able to cast spells without verbal command comes very handy for times like this, but if Mina was intelligent enough to realize her eye motions and body movements, it might as well be the same as shouting out the spell.
Petrificus Totalus!
Xanthe’s arm shot away from her chest as if she was jabbing a sword into someone’s heart. The spell left her wand looking like a pretty silvery-gray ribbon, twisting and turning into braid-like threads.
I’m going to make you watch him suffer, she thought, smiling to herself maliciously. You’re going to watch your father die right in front of your eyes.

I'm coming back from the dead, and I'll take you home with me.
I'm taking back the life you stole.

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