ft. z diggory
the boy bristles, the insult to hims family sending all sense out the window, all self-preservation, all restraint. his knuckles are white, one fist clenched and shaking, the other tight and steady around his wand. robes billow as he tilts it towards her, hidden so that only she might see it, and not any onlooking teachers or snitches. “i will curse you to hell and back, dursley. i’d crush you without even breaking a sweat. they’ll wake you up in st mungos in a few months and you won’t even remember your own name. that’s a promise. so take it back.”
Eliza glanced at his wand, chin tilting upward. Everything was in fucking shambles at the moment - Lily’s gone, the entire MA was panicking, several people she loved were going to be in danger thanks to this fucking registry - this might as well happen. “You think you scare me, Diggory?” She asked, forcing out a laugh. The thing about all the Death Eaters she knew, is that they would use dark curses without thinking twice and they would assume their counterparts in the Order and MA wouldn’t do the same. They were wrong on Eliza’s account - she would use unforgivables on them if it meant protecting the ones she loves. “Do it then. Curse me,” she nodded to the professor a few meters away and the onlooking younger years, “but you’ll have to do it in front of an audience. I do hope you don’t suffer from performance anxiety,” she taunted, tightening her grip on her own wand.
