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[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."

Comments

[aseptic]

"Really?" Somehow, Jade finds he had been expecting Professor Rammsteiner to have experience with this. "In that case, are you sure this will work?"

[canicide]

"It'll get rid of the body." He knows that for sure. The blackmail he doesn't have any firsthand experience with, however.

"Besides, no one knows you know him. Right?"

[aseptic]

That's not particularly reassuring, but... His shoulders move in a half-shrug. "Not unless he told anyone."

[canicide]

...good enough. Heine grunts and stokes up the Fiendfyre a little more. The remains are down to a crumbled mass now, close to just ashes.

[aseptic]

He's quiet as the unrecognisable mass in front of him continues to crumble, the heat of the fire powerful enough to eat through bone. He's quiet even as bits of the ash begin to break away from the whole, the fine granules drifting through the room. And still the Fiendfyre burns, the magical flames not needing any fuel to survive.

Idly, he flicks his wand, Vanishing some of the ash.

[canicide]

Heine stays by the desk, letting the knowledge that he's killed someone else settle inside him. The dog is delighted at the prospect of fresh blood, at the door he's opened after leaving it locked for so long, and Heine is... tired. Just tired. No matter how much he's told himself he doesn't want to do it again, isn't this proof that he can't hold the desire back forever?

He knows he should stay away from Jade. He'll try, in the future. But for now, they wait together for the remains of Professor Eichel to turn to ash, and then to nothing.