He's in a daze as he passes through the halls of Durmstrang, clutching his robes tight against his body. Every step sends pain throbbing through him, through his body, through his mind. His head is a mess of splintered thoughts and shards of memories, all jagged edges, whispers of you're mine, I want you to remember that looping over and over again in his ears.
He doesn't remember everything. Professor Eichel had seen to that. He remembers only enough to know that he had fought and lost; Professor Eichel's power over him is absolute, and his teacher had made sure that particular lesson had been firmly imprinted into his mind.
It hurts. He hates coming out on the losing end. And while there's an urge to curl up somewhere out of the way to lick his wounds, the greater part of him would much rather find a way to gain the upper hand over Professor Eichel.
But to do that, he needs help. Or, more accurately, he needs a test subject.
He turns the last corner, coming to a stop in front of Professor Rammsteiner's chambers. (It hurts.) His hand is shaking slightly when he raises it to knock on the door. He takes a breath, forcing himself under control. Control - that's what it's all about, isn't it?
no subject
He's in a daze as he passes through the halls of Durmstrang, clutching his robes tight against his body. Every step sends pain throbbing through him, through his body, through his mind. His head is a mess of splintered thoughts and shards of memories, all jagged edges, whispers of you're mine, I want you to remember that looping over and over again in his ears.
He doesn't remember everything. Professor Eichel had seen to that. He remembers only enough to know that he had fought and lost; Professor Eichel's power over him is absolute, and his teacher had made sure that particular lesson had been firmly imprinted into his mind.
It hurts. He hates coming out on the losing end. And while there's an urge to curl up somewhere out of the way to lick his wounds, the greater part of him would much rather find a way to gain the upper hand over Professor Eichel.
But to do that, he needs help. Or, more accurately, he needs a test subject.
He turns the last corner, coming to a stop in front of Professor Rammsteiner's chambers. (It hurts.) His hand is shaking slightly when he raises it to knock on the door. He takes a breath, forcing himself under control. Control - that's what it's all about, isn't it?