;;The Ugly Truth
al-evanmulciber:
Heâs fairly certain sheâs taken some of the bait, as the knife saws into the binds on his hands He can feel it start to loosen, and tries to remain frozen in his madness to place the knife back into his sleeve. Evan can still feel where the knife penetrated his flesh by his own guidance. Mulciber laughs at Florence mockingly. She tried to justify her crazy by arguing their differences. Â However that only left an unspoken confirmation to his observation in his deformed mind.
A smirk lifts the corner of his lips as he watches her flinch. Heâs content with himself in knowing she still fears him. Just like a dog he can sense the fear as it quickly darts across her green irises. Then her words guide him to a new place altogether. He can vision her as if that hadnât happened. He can see in his mind his sister walking the halls of Hogwarts with him. He can see his sister running away with him from them. But the falsified moments contribute to his murderous fury. âShut up. SHUT UP SHUT UP FLESHYâ His voice rings out in a coat of anger, the water still dripping down from his face as he coughs. âIâm going to enjoy cutting your tongue out of your mouth.â The chilling words a threat, and the serum making the an eerie promise.
He concluded that Florence hadnât actually reached his level yet. Because even with the truth serum he paused to think of what he feared. And the truth was, it was hard to muster up three things. His mouth forcefully opens as he speaks the commanded answers. âMy parents, Â Spousal abandonment, and if I were to ever become a muggle myself. My parents â my father the most.â Â His expression in a strange limbo of gloomy and giddy. Then he feels the freedom of his fingers from the bind from behind his back. Keeping the illusion that he is still confound to the chair in front of the ginger girl.
Cold blue eyes fasten on her neck, and the sadistic smile returns as he pictures the blood gushing from her throat and her lifeless body lying in this mostly abandoned school. The student body thought Juliaâs murder was cold and heartless, they didnât know the art of death like he did. The way the mouth could be locked agape gasping for the last bit of air. The way fear blanched the face, and letâs not forget the way the tears stain the cold pale cheeks towards the end.
A lifeless Florence Thomas. Thatâs what his gift to Hogwarts would be.
She flinched again, his yell coming out a harsh noise against the unused classroom she set up their little meeting. He threatened her, yet again, and she realized with a bit of surprise that she is no longer pricked with fear at the threats against her life. Every bit of what he is saying, though she knows he is compelled by the potion to tell the truth, falls exactly into place for her plan. She was making herself a big enough target that far more of his energy would be wasted on trying to hurt and kill her as opposed to the other mudbloods. For that she was grateful, and a small smile fell on her face. Â
âAnd Iâm going to enjoy being the person that ends you, Mulcy. One way or another.â She would make sure that if she were to die, her death would not be overlooked like that of Juilaâs. The world would know what happened to her, and Mulciberâs face would be on the cover of every Prophet until he was put behind bars. Â
Florence felt a strange sense of resignation about it all, that they were destined to spar like this, constantly one-upping each other until death or imprisonment separated them both. The stakes would keep growing but so long as she breathed and he was free to torture others, she would maintain her role in their song and dance. Â
âWell, youâre not very original, are you Mulcy? I mean half the purebloods have daddy issues, donât they?" She grabbed hold of her wand. One more question to go, and then sheâd be done with her part. Another stunning spell to his head, a chance to make sure she was out of the room and safely hidden before he was free and off the potion. Â
Evanâs eyes dipped just lower than normal, breaking eye contact and Florence frowned slightly. He wasnât looking low enough to be lewd (and she would have been shocked if he had thought of a lowly mudblood that way), but it was disconcerting all the same. She resisted the urge to shift in her seat, trying to prove her dominance in the situation with every bit of body language she could muster. Â
âWell let me say congratulations to you, Mulciber. Iâm very pleased with how cooperative youâve ended up being, but I have one final question for you, if you donât mind. Out of all of the people in the world, name for me the most important to you, currently living. At least three, but if you somehow have room in your heart for more, you can answer as many as you like. I wonât force anymore out of you. Three should be enough, but itâs always good to have a backup plan, donât you think?â Â
Florence sighed, leaning forward in her chair once more.  âI would prefer if you answered rather quickly, however. I do have quite a bit of work to do. More schemes to concoct, letters to write... Iâm sure your father would love to hear about how his darling boy got himself tied up by a filthy mudblood, wouldnât he? Surely that would deserve a nice trip back to Hogwarts to check up on things, donât you think? Remind you of a few of his lessons?â Â
She hated herself the moment the words came out of her mouth. To use the equivalent of Evan against himself? Then again, wasnât this all about learning how to fight fire with fire? Florence had to know exactly how frightened of his father Evan was, if that was his worst fear. Her eyes remained trained on him, prepared to take in his every reaction, down to the detail. Â











