Twinsensibility Part Thirty Five

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ZOMG, I am on time? *earth shakes*  I owe much brilliant credit to byaghro for inventing the Potion of Evil that Lysander gave to Maribeth.  *squishes her Slytherclaw self*

Maribeth sat up and clutched at her jaw. She looked around warily, but she was alone. Fucking Lily Potter and her filthy Muggle blood. Only the tainted walked around bodily assaulting people instead of hexing them.

She got to her feet and wondered how long she’d been unconscious. A quick Tempus Charm told her it had been nearly fifteen minutes. The little bitch packed quite a punch. The room spun crazily for a moment and Maribeth swayed. Her head pounded and she vaguely wondered if Lily had broken her jaw. She debated going to see Madam Pomfrey, but thought it might lead to questions she would rather not have asked.

She would have one of the terrified Hufflepuff girls heal it for her. Some of the seventh-years were good at Healing Charms and she had enough blackmail material on them to keep her healthy for the next decade.

It took her a moment to get her bearings and remember where she had been going before the brutal interruption. Outside. She had been going outside to think.

She wondered if Lily Potter had designs on Lorcan Scamander. Maribeth sneered, causing a Ravenclaw boy to do a double-take when she passed him on the way to the front doors. The bint could have him. Lorcan and his vile brother. Maribeth wanted nothing to do with either of them. It was, however, amusing that Lorcan would follow her around like a lovesick puppy from now on. That thought had to be driving Lysander wild. It was his just reward, she decided.

Maribeth pushed open the door and walked down the front steps. A gaggle of Hufflepuff girls was clustered at the base, laughing together. Second-years, probably. Maribeth thought about casting an Iching Hex on the lot of them, just to make herself feel better.

To her surprise, she marched over to the girls and announced, “I plan to cast an Itching Hex on all of you.” The younger girls blinked at her and she clapped a hand over her mouth, wondering what the fuck had caused her to make such an insane statement. It had felt like a—compulsion!

The Hufflepuff girls scattered, racing fearfully up the steps and into the school while Maribeth stared after them.

A Slytherin boy smirked at her from his perch on the railing. A Muggle cigarette dangled from his fingers. “Smooth,” he commented.

She glared at him. “A simple Push Charm will knock you backward into the rose bushes.”

He sneered at her. “Do you always announce your intentions before you hex someone?”

She backed away, feeling suddenly panicked. She never announced herself before doing anything. What had the bitch done to her?

“I’m going to kill Lily Potter,” she said aloud.

The boy laughed aloud. “Good luck with that.”

Maribeth turned and fled.

As she wrenched open the door to the front hall, a Gryffindor girl half-staggered into her, pushing the door as she pulled. Maribeth blurted, “I made spiders crawl into your hair in Care of Magical Creatures last week.”

“That was you?” the girl cried angrily.

Maribeth clapped a hand over her mouth and shoved the girl aside. She felt a sob tear from her throat. What was happening to her?

A small Hufflepuff boy dodged out of her way as she ran for the stairs. She called, “I told your brother that Debbie Jones liked him, but she thinks he’s a pig.” She closed her eyes and blindly felt her way up the stairs, hoping the spell would be broken if she did not see anyone that she had wronged. She had no choice but to go to the Hospital Wing, now. At least she knew the identity of the culprit behind her horrifying condition.

She ran into a solid mass and opened her eyes to give the person a scathing glare. Her heart leaped into her throat when she met the cold blue gaze.

“I gave you a potion that would make you fall in love with me,” she whispered.

“I know,” Lorcan replied. A smile she once would have died for curved his lips. He stepped onto her riser and enfolded her in a tight embrace. As he leaned closer, his breath ghosted over her cheek. She turned her head sharply to avoid his kiss and he chuckled. “You don’t seem very pleased with the result.”

“I hate you!” she said and struggled to free herself. “You’re disgusting!”

Lorcan’s lips nuzzled her neck, sending tingles of revulsion through her. “You’re breaking my heart, Maribeth.”

She pushed as hard as she could and nearly tumbled down the stairs when he released her. Her hands caught at the railing and barely saved her from toppling. She threw Lorcan a venomous look. “Why don’t you go—?” Fuck your brother, she wanted to scream, but the words caught in her throat. She tried again, with the same result.

Lorcan’s smiled was positively evil. “Enjoy your day, beloved.”