Fandom Potions and Dark Marks.

[Artificial Sugar]

The room was cast in a very bright, but cold, light. Almost as if it had snowed outside- making the room look almost blue.


Atropa sat at the long dining table- made of the most expensive wood, as her mother would always brag to their friends- alone.


She'd taken the seat at the very end of the table, as usual, with the large window behind her.


The room was cold, as if a window was open, but Atropa knew that her parents didn't open their windows. They were for show only.





The clock on the wall ticked loudly, letting her know that she was, once again, wasting her time. The house was quiet as usual, but Atropa was filled with terror. This wasn't an uncommon feeling in her house, but it was heightened by the absence of her family.


They were usually around her, making sure she didn't mess something up. Always following her, unless she was in her room.





And then her parents appeared, as if they'd teleported into the room. Sighing, Atropa sat up straighter.


"Have you changed your mind?" Her mother asked. Atropa shook her head. "No. I don't want to become a Death Eater."





Shaking her head, her mother made her way behind Atropa, and pulled out an arm, holding it still.


"W-What are you--" She began, before seeing her father rush towards her with a hot brand in the shape of the Dark Mark.


She began to struggle and scream, and then she could feel the white hot pain and she could smell her flesh burning---





Atropa woke up, covered in sweat, heart pounding wildly. It was the same nightmare that woke her every morning.


Sighing, she got out of bed and gathered her things to take a shower.


All the other girls were still sleeping, so this was really the perfect time to take her shower.


She took her time in the shower, enjoying the hot water, letting it wash away her terror.


When she was done washing and shaving, she got out, doing a quick drying spell on herself, before changing into her uniform.


By now, the other girls were getting up, and she was gathering her things so she could get to class extra early.


She didn't eat breakfast as of late, since her stomach was so upset in the mornings.


Besides, Potions was her first class of the day, and she enjoyed it- and Professor Snape never cared if she came in early.


Taking her seat in the classroom, she pulled out her notes, going over them. She usually did her own experiments in Summer, always wanting to be prepared for Potions.

 

[Phantom]

The dungeon was dimly lit as always as Snape sat behind his desk with a chalice from the great hall in his hand as he waved his wand over a broken cauldron that was dropped by an absent minded hufflepuff. Once fully repaired he floated it over back to its work station.

Moments later as atropa entered a small smile formed from the corner of his mouth. "Good morning Mrs Trist" he said peeling away the chalice from his lips and setting it down as he stood "I think you would find that you work better on a full stomach instead of skipping breakfast every morning for two weeks" he said as he opened a copy of the daily prophet contemplating showing her the new potion ingredient he had come across the weekend prior.
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[Artificial Sugar]

Atropa smiled at the Professor, a slight blush on her cheeks. "Good morning, Sir." She replied, shuffling her notes.


Blushing at the thought that he knew she hadn't eaten breakfast, she shrugged slightly.


"My stomach has been upset in the mornings, Sir. I didn't want to chance it."


She was being honest, of course. Throwing up was bad enough alone, but in front of the class?


No thank you.
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[Phantom]

He huffed and shrugged his shoulders, he folded the paper and set it down on his desk before standing up "Can I trust you?" He asked her smiling as he walked over to the large oak door and shuts it after looking up and down the halls for any who may be spying in. He looks back at her while he slips on a pair of chain mail gloves that lay on his desk. He walks behind his desk and crouches down to open a large metal trunk with a thick padlock on it. one that students were always wondering what lay inside.

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[Artificial Sugar]

Atropa smiled, nodding. "Of course, professor."

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[Phantom]

"Well then" He said as he pull off a large piece of burlap that cover the contents of the trunk. He grabbed a large brown fabric bag from the middle of the trunk along with a blacked out jar that sit next to it and placed both items on his desk. He opens the bag and pulls out a single white fang from the rest that was just as long as his forearm "Do you know what this is?" He asked her.

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