The Hospital Wing

"Well, you did. Just go. And tell the rest of them not to come visiting anymore."

Bianca felt herself start to cry. She hid her head in her hands until her sobs began to fill the empty Hospital Wing.

Elizabeth was stood in front of Bianca's bed. Dark Arts books were strewn around, open on the floor. Blood stained the white sheets, leaving glowing scarlet petals in the fresh linen. The Hospital Wing was dark, save for the dim glow of moonlight casting ghastly shadows across the room. The Slytherin was under another Full-Body Bind, eyes rolling to the back of her head as she shuddered in pain, her body no allowing her the instinct of moving her limbs. Tears rolled down her face as the Hufflepuff sighed. "The Cruciatus Curse is all well and good, but there's still one more Unforgivable Curse to try. And don't worry. I've been practicing."

Elizabeth turned around, her voice hoarse and her smile wide. "But don't you see, Tessa?" she gestured to the books lying about, in a neat circle. Candles flickered in their midst. "I originally started the Dark Arts for my own amusements. But they can save you, Tessa! They can take away your tumor! They can heal Nic's eyes! I know how! All we need..." she glanced up at Bianca. "Is a sacrifice."

Nicolas was sprawled on the floor in the center of the circle of books, his cane snapped in half and thrown to the hall. His shades were shattered on the ground and he was seemingly unconscious.

"You'll what?" She hissed, grinning. "You want this. I know you do. Just one girl, Tessie. One life. For yours. And we can even find one for Nic! You'll both be happy and healthy. I could even put him in the body he was always meant for! I could make him what he wants!"

Giovanni ran up behind Tessa. "I heard a scream, and-- oh my god."

Before he could pull out his wand, before he could react, Elizabeth had him in another Full-Body Bind. She laughed. "How utterly convenient! And it's someone you hate, too!"

Elizabeth glanced at her sister, eyes flashing in the dark. "I learned what I can really do. Levicoprus!"

Bianca's body hovered over the circle of chalks, books, and candles that was on the floor, directly above Nicolas. Elizabeth picked up a black book, beginning to read. Her voice seemed oddly ethereal in the dark. "Odio merentibus dare sanguinem , quia indignum te sentinari cor nimium diu super eam lavabit sustentate eum qui exigit coccinum , ciba illum coram te, da illum sanguis , ciba illum animo!"

With every word, a jagged cut appeared on Bianca's body, the drops of scarlet dripping onto Nicolas. Every exclamation brought a muffled scream from Bianca, and the more she continued with the words, the more the blood began to glow a strange, icy blue.

Elizabeth only laughed, continuing. "De Bleed explete te et animam suam ponat qui postulo , dederis te ad nihilum omnia existentia praeter permitte te venimus? Ostende te , potestas sanguinis curatory ! Manifestaturus es te ipsum ! Manifestaturus es te ipsum !"

The room glowed icy blue for a moment. Silently, Bianca's blood-soaked body dropped to the floor, eyes staring sightlessly at the roof. Nicolas was covered in droplets of blood, body convulsing with spasms. In one haunting moment, he stopped, eyes wide. They were normal irises-- but in a haunting refrain of the last moment of the Italian, they were the same color and shade as Bianca's.

"Now be a good girl," Elizabeth growled, and get in the circle. Your tumor will be gone forever."

Nicolas gasped. Late,r he would not know how to describe it. But sight, in all of it's insane purity, suddenly hit him. The sensory overload was a bit too much for him. He closed his eyes, screeching as the taste and scent of blood hit him in full force.

"Leave her! GET IN THE CIRCLE! It won't work unless you're in the circle!" Elizabeth's voice was as sharp as barbed wire. "You obviously want this, as you did nothing to stop me and only watched her DIE!"