Twinsensibility Part Thirty Four

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REALLY late this week! I blame complete laziness speedpr0nz . Yes, that!  Some of you might like this part...

Maribeth paced the length of her room and back again, seething. She was nearly as angry at herself as she was with Lorcan. How could she not have seen it? She knew everything about Lorcan. Everything, it seemed, except the fact that he was apparently completely gay for his own brother.

Hysterical laughter threatened to choke her for a moment. She had known Lysander was a threat, but she had not realized the extent. No wonder he hated her with such passion!

She stopped and fingered the end of her wand, wondering which of her dorm-mates’ possessions to destroy. Most of them had been put away and locked up tightly. Her lip curled into a snarl when she realized she did not want to destroy anything mundane. She wanted to destroy Lorcan. And Lysander. Especially Lysander.

Maribeth fled her room and exited the Slytherin dungeon. She needed to think. Lorcan was still in love with her; the potion made certain of that. However, the thought of touching Lorcan now made her skin crawl. She felt nauseous just thinking about two boys together, much less two brothers!

As she neared the steps that lead to the front hall, a voice called to her. “Where are you going, Maribeth?”

She turned to glare at the person who dared to interrupt her angry contemplation. The sight of dark red hair fuelled her anger even more. Lily Potter strode casually toward her with a half-smile cocking her lips. There was no evidence of a wand in Lily’s hand, so Maribeth relaxed slightly. “None of your business, actually,” she said in a condescending tone. “I will—”

Maribeth’s words cut off abruptly as Lily’s fist shot out and smacked her squarely on the jaw.

Lily rubbed her stinging knuckles in satisfaction and grinned at the irritating girl, who had dropped to her knees with both hands clasped to her face. Her eyes were wide with shocked horror. Stupid purebloods. They never knew how to react when confronted with Muggle methods of punishment.

Tears filled Maribeth’s eyes and shocked mewling sounds issued from between her fingers. Lily cocked her head, wondering if the bint was bleeding. She had aimed for the corner of her mouth, hoping to give her a fat lip and possibly break a few teeth. Both would be easily repaired in the hospital wing, but Lily would enjoy replaying the sight over and over in her mind.

Lysander appeared from the dark hallway where he had been hiding. He knelt and grabbed a fistful of Maribeth’s hair after placing his foot firmly on her fallen wand. Her hands fell away and she glared at him venomously. Lily nodded with satisfaction at the blood that trickled slowly down Marbeth’s chin. She had not bodily assaulted anyone in a long time. It was good to know she hadn’t lost her touch.

“You should never have set your sights on my brother,” Lysander said. Lily raised an eyebrow. Lys looked sort of… hot… when he was angry. Like Lorcan, but less prone to disintegrating a wall or giving someone permanent boils.

Maribeth spat at him and speckles of blood dotted Lysander’s face. “Get away from me, you filth!” she snarled. “Fucking disgusting faggot!”

Lily thought about hitting her again, but Lysander twisted his hand in her hair so violently that Maribeth screamed. It would have been audible but for Lysander’s simultaneously cast Silencing Charm. She clawed at his arms, moving her mouth, but Lysander ignored her attempts to shake him loose.

“Lily?” he asked in a perfectly calm tone. “Do you have it?”

Lily handed him a small vial. Maribeth took one look at it and her eyes went wide. Her struggles increased measurably until Lysander calmly hit her with an Immobulus Charm. Maribeth went board-stiff and Lysander nodded.

“Let’s get her out of here, before someone spots us,” he said.

Lily cast a Levitation Charm, since she didn’t plan to touch the bint again unless it was with another fist. They quickly manoeuvred her into the darkened hallway that led to a mostly unused storage area. Lily retrieved Maribeth’s wand with a Summoning Charm. Once Maribeth had been dropped to the cold floor again, Lysander knelt next to her.

“We will find the antidote for the potion you fed Lorcan,” Lysander growled as he uncorked the vial. “Rest assured. And this one will prevent you from fucking with anyone else the way you did him. You should thank your evil ancestors that he’s besotted enough with you now that he won’t wring your bloody neck, as you deserve.”

“I will!” Lily offered.

Lysander smiled in a way that was very reminiscent of his brother. “This will be more satisfying, I think.” With that, he upended the vial into Maribeth’s open mouth. He waited until her eyes nearly rolled into her head as she struggled to breathe and not swallow at the same time. He clamped a hand over her mouth and cancelled the Freezing Charm.

Maribeth flailed wildly, clutching and clawing at Lysander’s hand, but he was stronger than he looked. Maribeth half convulsed and then went completely limp. Lysander got to his feet and looked down at her disdainfully.

“What was it?” Maribeth asked dully. Her chin was smeared with blood.

“You’ll find out,” Lysander said. “Although you won’t remember. Lorcan?”

With a shimmer, the Disillusionment Charm faded and Lorcan stood next to Lysander. Maribeth’s eyes widened as Lorcan pointed his wand at her and said, “Obliviate.”

Lily smiled. “There, Lorcan. That wasn’t so bad, right? It didn’t hurt her a bit.”