His head hurts. Past and present, memory and reality, they all seem to blur together. In his memory (or is it reality?) he tries to curl his fingers--
He can't move. His body won't respond. Wide-eyed, he looks at Professor Eichel. What did you do?
His teacher only smiles. A variation of the Imperius Curse. It's effective, no? Tell me, is your mind still your own?
I...
And the memory repeats, in a maze of dream-like images and snatches of conversation, darkened by uncertainty. He doesn't know which thoughts are his any more. He doesn't know how far Professor Eichel's influence spreads.
He's biting down on his lower lip, hard enough to draw blood. And still he can't get rid of the intruder in his own mind, whoever it is, Professor Eichel or Professor Rammsteiner, they're blurring together--
His magic lashes out of its own accord, raw, uncontrolled power striking at whatever it can find.
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His head hurts. Past and present, memory and reality, they all seem to blur together. In his memory (or is it reality?) he tries to curl his fingers--
He can't move. His body won't respond. Wide-eyed, he looks at Professor Eichel. What did you do?
His teacher only smiles. A variation of the Imperius Curse. It's effective, no? Tell me, is your mind still your own?
I...
And the memory repeats, in a maze of dream-like images and snatches of conversation, darkened by uncertainty. He doesn't know which thoughts are his any more. He doesn't know how far Professor Eichel's influence spreads.
He's biting down on his lower lip, hard enough to draw blood. And still he can't get rid of the intruder in his own mind, whoever it is, Professor Eichel or Professor Rammsteiner, they're blurring together--
His magic lashes out of its own accord, raw, uncontrolled power striking at whatever it can find.