wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure

[alittlemirror]

To say Jade is displeased would be an understatement. It's not that he cares about this detention tarnishing his record, no. He doesn't really care about his record. What he does care about is how it cuts into his studying time. He had just come across a particularly fascinating snippet on the nature of death and the soul...

(And besides, those Hufflepuffs had started it with their incessant chattering. They're like a less annoying version of Saphir, and nobody had ever really objected when he hexed Saphir. And it's not like he used a serious hex; he just sealed and removed their mouths. Easily reversible, if they knew what they were doing - and knew how to use nonverbal spells.

After all, what kind of first-year doesn't know how to use nonverbal spells?)

But someone had taken offense to his hex, and now he finds himself trudging to Professor Rammsteiner's office, growing increasingly irritated at the loss of his study time. From what he's heard of detentions, they usually entail doing useless, mundane tasks easily accomplished with a little creative wandwork. He's thought about ignoring Professor Rammsteiner's orders more than once, but he's also been told that it would just lead to more detentions and thus a bigger waste of time.

Oh well. He's here now. With one last irritated sigh, he raises his hand to the door and knocks.

"Professor Rammsteiner? This is Jade Curtiss."

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[canicide]

Should he do something about Professor Eichel? Yes. Of course. But if he purses the thought, all Heine can think of is the urge to rip and tear into him, to break bones and muscle. And he can't let those desires take him over again.

So he's trying not to think about it. When Jade pushes, Heine just looks at him.

"What?"

[aseptic]

Jade looks back at him, his eyes cold. "You're really going to pretend nothing happened?" He demands.

It's strange to be the emotional one. But there's something about Professor Rammsteiner's behaviour that grates at him.

[canicide]

"I know things happened," Heine mutters. He isn't going to ignore them. It's just... he can't do anything right now without going too far and he knows it.

He's too tense, he realizes, and forces himself to relax his hands.

[aseptic]

"And?" Most people call Jade cold, but he can't imagine being as cold as Professor Rammsteiner is, to see what is happening and simply turn away from it.

Is it really coldness, though? Or simply cowardice? Not that either option makes Professor Rammsteiner's actions any more acceptable.

"You're not going to do anything?"

Of course he isn't. Jade can see the way he's forcing himself to relax, actively trying to continue being passive.

[canicide]

The dog starts, Enough, and Heine feels the immediate rush when he listens even slightly to that voice.

He's right. You can take care of it. And it would be easy. Breaking a human body is easy, regardless of size, when he lets the dog free.

Already Heine's body is shifting forward, eyes half-alight with power. It takes more effort to shake it off, this time, but he manages with a small shudder and mutters, "Later."

[aseptic]

"No." The word comes out firmly, even if there's something guarded in the way he's watching Professor Rammsteiner, now. He can't pinpoint what it is exactly, but it feels as if a switch had been flipped. Almost, he can hear that strange echo he had heard before...

The curse? Is it manifesting? Jade watches him carefully, torn between curiosity and caution.

Curiosity wins out.

"We should do something now. We should make some sort of plan, at least."

[canicide]

Do something. Bite him. Eat him. It'll be easy...

"No." Heine shuts that line of thought down, and tries to take a deep breath, but it comes in shallow. Maybe if he goes about it bit by bit, it won't be too much. After a moment he amends, "What kind of plan?"

[aseptic]

He feels like he might have an idea of what's driving Professor Rammsteiner's erratic behaviour, but he feigns ignorance.

"Didn't you just say no?" He asks. "That's a quick change of heart, even from you."

[canicide]

"We're not doing anything right now." Find him. I can smell him, you know. "But if you have an idea, tell me."

It would be just a bit of what the dog wants to consume, and maybe it will only whet its appetite. Heine remembers to unclench his hands and stand up slightly straighter, but only after a moment.

[aseptic]

Jade watches him closely, cataloguing his every move.

"We could bind him," he suggests. He doesn't want Eichel dead, he's too valuable a resource for that. "We could put him under our control."

[canicide]

Immediately, the idea rankles. Heine doesn't want control of anyone or anything but himself. Even if it's of someone like Professor Eichel, who's certainly better off under some kind of restraint, Heine... doesn't think it's a good idea. (And the dog agrees, which is concerning.)

"Isn't that what he did to you?" Heine keeps looking at Jade, then away. He's fidgety as usual—but perhaps less, as he holds himself purposefully still when he remembers to.

[aseptic]

"Yes." There's a hint of impatience creeping into his voice again, an unspoken so what? Where Professor Rammsteiner's eyes keep darting away from his, Jade continues looking at him, steady.

"It's the only way. Unless you have other ideas?"

[canicide]

Right now? No, he doesn't have any ideas. His mind is too full with teeth.

"Are you going now?" He just needs some time. Heine inhales, too aware of the breath coming down his throat. The dog growls as he presses fingertips into his own thigh hard enough to bruise. He fucked you, fucked you up. You can take them both. But Jade—

His mouth is dry. Heine breathes in again and tells himself, Eichel. I'll take care of him.

It's enough to appease the curse, and Heine is able to focus on Jade again with less effort than before.

"Give it a day." That's all I need.

[aseptic]

He studies Professor Rammsteiner for a long moment, until it seems as if he's about to drop the issue.

He doesn't, though, because he can never leave well enough alone even when he ought to. "Why?"

Just what is it that weighs down so heavily on Professor Rammsteiner?

[canicide]

We need to get to him before you do. No, he can't say that. Heine shrugs, an attempt at dismissal that's about halfway successful, since the movement is still too tight.

"He'll be expecting you today." Probably.

[aseptic]

He lets out an irritated little noise. Does Professor Rammsteiner really think he's so gullible?

"There's more to it than that," he says, sounding all too sure of his claim.

[canicide]

Heine grunts, unamused, and walks towards the door to open it. He's not about to explain it to Jade, at least partially because he still isn't sure what he's going to do.

"Wait," he repeats. This time he lets the strength of the curse filter through into his voice, and he looks at Jade, steady and sure.

[aseptic]

That's enough to give even Jade pause. Again, he feels the ghost of hands against his neck, tightening as he swallows.

"Fine," he says curtly. "I'll be back tomorrow morning."

[canicide]

Heine waits for Jade to leave, then shuts the door behind him. The moment he's alone, the silence sinks into him. Now that no one's there he has nothing to listen to but the dog and the scrape of its claws against the floor of the room as it paces, laughing.

Late that night, when he's sure Professor Eichel is in his room, Heine retraces a path he's beginning to remember. His wand is in its holster, but he doesn't touch it. He doesn't need it, not with his dog smiling over his shoulder.

He knocks on the door.

[aseptic]

There are spells he has woven around his room, charms of detection and protection, wards against intruders. They wreath the walls, sinking deep into stone and mortar.

Dark Magic, they tell him, those charms he had spent so many years building up. Eichel closes his eyes and sees his old student, striding towards his room with purpose in his steps, his old ghost dogging his heels.

He remembers that ghost. Heine's curse. It stood between him and his prize, last time.

Eichel stands, snapping his book shut and clearing his desk with a wave of his hand. Another swift gesture opens the door. He greets Heine with his characteristic smile, but there's no hint of warmth in his eyes.

"Heine. You've never come to see me before."

[canicide]

Heine says, "Don't lie to me." Don't fucking lie to me. He steps forward, forcing his way into Eichel's room before he shuts the door after himself. Without a pause he moves towards Professor Eichel. Though he keeps his hands at his sides, there's an unavoidable sense of threat that he carries, that Eichel will feel.

[aseptic]

His old student carries an aura of power, of menace, one that Eichel recognizes. It had been the same before.

The corners of his mouth tighten, but his smile doesn't fade. "Maybe I was unclear," he says. "Should I put it this way instead? You've never come to me of your own initiative."

What brings you here? But, he thinks, it's no coincidence that Heine had chosen tonight of all nights to come to him, especially when he knows Jade had gone to him earlier. What the two of them had discussed he doesn't know, but he's starting to wonder if he should have taken a firmer hand with Jade. It's a shame to stifle a mind like his, which is why he had stayed his hand, but he can still discipline him properly - later.

For the moment, he focuses on Heine. Legilimens, he recites in his mind, trying to catch Heine's eyes.

[canicide]

Heine is focused on Eichel, so focused that he doesn't even think to defend against Legilimens. But when he feels Professor Eichel within his mind it's as much opportunity as opening.

The curse is a part of him, after all, no matter how much he's tried to deny it. For a moment Eichel has free reign. Then there are footsteps behind him as he traces whatever memory he wants to find. The sound of padding feet is audible, accented with the odd clicks of something on stone floors.

[aseptic]

It's not the first time he's delved into Heine's mind. Experience gives him knowledge, skill, and within the space of a thought he's found the memory he was after: Heine and Jade's meeting earlier on in the night.

But something's not quite right. Something echoes strangely in the memory. The sound of claws clicking against the ground, if he's not mistaken.

But why? Something settles over Eichel, then. A sense of being hunted.

[canicide]

The event replays for Eichel, through Heine's memory of it. Heine himself lets it happen, not blocking him.

The footsteps approach. Drawing closer and closer, they hem Eichel in. When he turns, Heine is there.

Or--not exactly. This Heine smiles, wide and with teeth, and he looks directly at Professor Eichel when he speaks.

Hey. His tone is far more light than Heine's ever is as he moves closer, closer, reaching a hand out for Eichel's shoulder. Come to play?