Transfiguration's Office

Eglantine silenced the screeching voice by setting up several wards around the girl's mind. She was aware of the fact that only seconds more had been needed to finish the killing curse and thus she sighed heavily when the wards held against the spell.

She was inside of Katya, forcing her mind to strengthen itself, to rid it of the unforgivable.
"You shall diminish and leave the child." she admonished the voice.

Katya screamed in agony once more and was silent. It was over. April tried to move, but found herself paralysed where she was. Could her sister really be different?

Kiara knelt down beside Katya.

"Are you with us Miss. Krum?"

There was silence. April walked over to her sister, this time unafraid. She checked her breathing. There was still a pulse, and April was thankful for it. She had really begun to panic. Then, it hit her. If she was panicking then why wasn't there an earthquake? She voiced this thought out loud.

Eglantine's own body had been carefully frozen against the desk, to keep it from slumping over when she moved into Katya's. Now she finished erecting the necessary wards to keep future imperios at bay and returned to her own body.

Kiara shock her head "I don't know Miss Katelynne" she said as she waved a revival charm on Katya.

April went over to her teacher. "Professor?" Then when Professor Delanquar woke up, April went back to her sister. She didn't know why her Elemental powers weren't working, but she was definately going to find out.

Katya stirred. "Wha- What happened?" She looked around the room. Her eyes widened.((Dunno why...))

"Apparently, you were under an unforgivable." Eglantine said softly. "Wards have been erected to protect your mind from attacks in the future."

Katya's eyes widened, if possible, even more. "An- Unforgivable?" She looked at her sister. "Who are these people April?"

April looked at her. "They, um, what's your last memory?" April opted for a different approach. Her sister was really shocked, and April didn't want to scare her.

"My birthday party." Katya squinted to remember.

April gasped. "Your last birthday party was 5 years ago!"

Eglantine paled. The girl had been under a spell for five years! No wonder she was confused.

"You are at Hogwarts." she said gently, motioning for Katya to be seated. "I am Professor DeLanquar, the Transfiguration Professor and the Head of Gryffindor. This is Headmistress Kiara." she gestured toward Kiara.

"We are trying to help you."

April stumbled over to her sister. She hesitated, but then took her sister's hand in hers. For the first time in her life, Katya didn't squirm away. In fact, she put her head on April's shoulder when April sat down next to her. Katya looked at Delanquar. "I- I've been under the Imperius curse?" she said this as a fact, not so as a question. "I knew it. Every time I was- under..." she struggled to find the right word. "I always felt powerful. I could have stopped it. I just- didn't." she looked at April. "I know I've been a rotten sister. And I'm really sorry. I just couldn't stop it. I think I know who is though." Katya looked down at her hands. "I could recognize that voice anywhere. It was my mother..." she looked up now, curious at what the looks on her teachers would be when we told them that her supposedly dead mother was controlling her.

Eglantine pursed her lips, settling into the chair behind her desk.
"Your mother?" Eglantine repeated. Wasn't the woman suppose to be dead? "I take it your mother is still alive then?"

((I'm guessing this is after the Krum house...))

April started to explain, in the exact words her mother had said,

When Katya was just a baby, her mother, Pansy Parkinson didn't like the relationship that me and Viktor had. She was jealous of our friendship and she didn't like us spending so much time together. So, she tried to kill me. She crept into my house one night and tried to get into my room, but Viktor had cast a Sensor Spell, as he knew this would happen sooner or later. We both knew that Pansy was a bit mentally unstable, so we didn't do anything to hurt her emotionally. But she had become so jealous that she didn't even care anymore. So, hen she crept into my house and the sensor went off, Viktor flew to my window and we both flew down to Pansy. We found her crying on the floor with her hands cut from trying to get past the invisible barrier. We sent her away then, as it was the only thing we could do to help both her and Katya. So, we sent her to St Mungo's and told Katya that Pansy had died in an encounter with Draco Malfoy, someone who Katya looked up to, so that she could stop hanging around him and that Scorpius boy... She liked him a lot, but they had to stop seeing each other, as her mothers so called 'death' had hurt her a lot. From then on, however, Pansy has been controlling her from St Mungo's. The little power that Pansy had left, she used to turn her daughter into a miniature of herself. We never did anything... Because we were scared she would hurt her.

((Following Witch's Eye Stairwell))

Eglantine nearly fell over her chair as she blinked away disorientation from entering her office so suddenly from The Door. Turning she noticed it had disappeared and she sighed. Now, her wheelchair was on the other side of the castle, sitting as happy as you please in front of the Witch's Eye Stairwell.

"Lovely." she muttered, accioing the device and hoping no one wondered why it was dragging itself through the hallways. Finally she opened the door to allow it admittance and sunk into its comfortable wood in relief. Excessum was safely hid away, she had her chair back and now... she had a visit to her father to keep. Of course she would have to wait until after the Triwizard Tournament... he was visiting India and she had no desire to travel so far.

((After Prof. Horatio speaks w/ Michael in the Hufflepuff Common Room, requesting a favor... assuming the office is empty, as otherwise he'd get caught.))


Michael pushed the portrait of some historical figure aside just far enough for him to see potential oncoming traffic, the red flowers Professor Horatio had given him to deliver to Professor DeLanquar carefully hidden within his robes. Once the last passerby turned the corner, Michael heaved a sigh of relief and stepped out from behind the secret passage, dusting off the few cobwebs that he'd walked through from his robes.

It was his good fortune that the door to the office - his "target location" - was left ajar instead of locked. Michael wasn't too sure how he would have dealt with a locked door... of course Alohomora had been his Plan A, but if it didn't work he would have been in a bit of a pickle. Noticing someone appearing in the landing of the stairway, Michael ducked into the Professor's office with a hope he hadn't been seen pulsing in his throat. Oh, wait... that was his heartbeat. Thanking Merlin profusely that DeLanquar seemed to be out on business, Michael carefully closed and spelled the door locked while he fulfilled his task.

Approaching the neat and orderly desk, Michael was now presented with a bit of a challenge: to place the flowers on the surface without appearing to have done so sloppily, and straighten out anything that appeared to have shifted in the bouquet. Removing the arrangement from where he'd stashed it, Michael gave the thing a good once-over and decided nothing was too out of place to be noticeable. His next conundrum was: would Professor McKevin lay the flowers in accordance with the way the desk had been organized, or would he leave them at an angle? He tried both ways, cringing slightly at the fact that a few papers had fallen from the desk in his doing so. Michael gathered them quickly and placed them about as neatly as he could back where they belonged, but somehow it still looked distinctly disturbed. He wasn't quite that organized, despite his half-hearted efforts.

In the end, Michael decided the angled position was best: it gave a kinda nice contrast - though that was entirely his opinion, the conclusion having been based on music and applied to interior decorating - and it looked a bit Professor McKevin-ish, as in it stirred things up in a fun way. Grinning at his handiwork, and realizing all he had to do now was leave the office without being spotted, the young man felt remarkably accomplished right now.

Unlocking the door and repeating his earlier performance of checking to make sure no one would notice him leave, Michael sidled out of the office and left the door ajar just as he'd found it, and took off down the stairs - by sliding down the railing - without a sound.


((He's headed to Prof. McKevin's office now! ^_^))

((After Park))

Eglantine entered her office in animagus form and leapt into her wheelchair, transfiguring back as she situated herself. It was then that she noticed the flowers and gasped. Eglantine roses, of course she recognized them right away after her father had given one to her every morning during her childhood in the form of a incantation done from a far. But these were not from him.

She picked up the obviously carefully arranged bouquet and fingered the delicate flowers along with the lavender. They had to be from Professor McKevin. Unable to keep herself from smiling, she conjured a vase and filled it part ways with water, slipping the stems into it.

It took her all of five minutes to decide how she was going to place the vase on her desk. The flowers had been placed rather carefully, as if by someone not accustomed to doing things with great care. Of course she could be wrong, but if Horatio had indeed placed them on her desk that would have been how he would have laid them.

Finally settling on just a few centimeters less than the centre of the edge of her desk, she set the vase down and smiled softly, sifting through her essays to grade.

((Continued from Sevastyan's Personal Chambers))

By the time Sevastyan arrived at the Professor DeLanquar's office, it was indeed eight-fifteen. He supposed he should thank the elf despite the fact that he'd panicked for several minutes before he'd found a clock, or even thought to check his watch. Standing in front of the door, Sevastyan straightened his robes and charmed his disheveled, loose hair into its usual loose ponytail before knocking gently upon the door twice.

The door opened almost as soon as the last knock echoed through the hallway.
"Professor, I have terrible news." Eglantine muttered. Her face was deathly pale and her hands shook slightly as she gripped a sheet of paper in them. "My father is dead."

"Dead?" Sevastyan repeated as he stepped through the now-opened doorway. He made sure to close it once he was inside. Without dallying further he approached and stood at the corner of her desk. "I am sorry to hear that," he offered, not sure how else to respond despite the fact that he was aware of the strained relationship between father and daughter.

"Vot happened?" Sevastyan asked after a moment.

"The Ministry found him. They did not say how he died, but they destroyed all of his research and his files. He was returning from India to see my brother." She sighed. "Ironic...they had not spoken in ten years and when my father finally plans to see him, he dies."

"Did he have any enemies that vould have tracked him? Vhere there any clues as to vot he vos vorking on - anything that vould have gotten him in trouble?" Sevastyan asked, not too hopeful for answers but deciding to state them nonetheless.

"Furthermore, though I do not intend to be callous: vot does this new development mean in regards to our... articles?" the Russian asked, using the word from her note to acknowledge he got her note albeit probably a bit later than she intended. He automatically assumed it had to be something about magical wards surrounding the residence, but he couldn't be sure.

"Enemies? His list of friends would be easier to assemble. And as for what he was working on, whatever it was, it led to his death. And the ministry destroyed it and him along with it. They have been hunting him for years. He was a death eater in both of Lord Voldemort's reigns."

She closed her eyes. "This means that the written prophecy is gone as well."

Sevastyan couldn't prevent the semi-dark chuckle that escaped him. "Sounds like a few of my own relatives..." he explained the reason for the mirthless utterance. He nodded in response to what had become of the man and his research. Immediately his thoughts jumped to his brother, who may or may not have become a Death Eater as well. Would the Ministry do the same to Grigoriy, without trial, should they ever find him? Sevastyan decided that whatever became of Grigoriy would be upon his brother's head and only his brother's head, as cold as that might sound coming from him.

The Russian swore softly. "Physically gone, at least..." he muttered to himself. "Vot about the pensieve? Or any other options? Maybe your brother has a copy?" Sevastyan suggested. Without knowing the prophecy, there was no way to be certain what purpose the wand was supposed to serve. Though they had agreed to work to destroy the wand, the true rendering of the prediction was something that he contemplated. Perhaps there was something in the prophecy that would tell how to undo its power... at the moment, though, it seemed as if that particular door had closed.

Eglantine turned to look at Sevastyan when he chuckled, but then nodded as he explained why he had done so. No doubt he was thinking of what might happen to his own relatives.

"My father loathes...loathed...pensieves. And my brother would have nothing to do with the Rosier traditions. Something I am quite glad of... But there may be another written account. Not a copy... the real manuscript." Her eyes lightened slightly. "At our family home, Dunkel Eis, in Germany. But I would dare not go there." she muttered, shuddering.