Professor Dagmar. @OmBatran

@witchfulbeauty —one of the damn things. He really needed to reorganize.

@witchfulbeauty “How is your day, Miss Dalton?” Dagmar decided to make small talk with the girl as he searched his desk, attempting to find the assignment specific to Violet’s class. He gave two different assignments to each class just to keep them from cheating, so he would settle for just—

@RadiantMartyr —thing and paid the price... And Nicodemus was far too altruistic to let that stand. “And your brother. Is he alright? Quite obviously he cannot be too bad off, since he carried you in and ran out.”

@RadiantMartyr “I see.” His jaw tightened once again as he stood, inhaling deeply. This did not bode well for these boys... At all. Running his hands over his head slowly, he began to formulate a plan. Multiple, really. This poor girl suffered for rescuing her own brother. She did the right—

@RadiantMartyr —alright to tell me who did this, Fable. No one will know.” He spoke in a hushed tone, his power of compulsion linking his mind to hers. “Tell me what happened.”

@RadiantMartyr The Professor sighed as he positioned himself in front of the girl, squatting down so she didn’t have to look up at him. He wanted to make her as comfortable as he could... Considering. Slowly his eyes began to bleed into a dark red, his pupils dilating as he spoke, “It is —

@RadiantMartyr —an absolute number on the poor girl. It was enough to make his blood boil. “Fable, I need you to tell me exactly what happened.”

@RadiantMartyr “Continue breathing. The potion will take hold soon enough and the pain will subside.” He pursed his lips before standing, sliding his hands into his pockets. He had promised to protect her... Keep her safe. And yet someone he’d tried to recruit had slipped passed him and done—

@RadiantMartyr @REBELLIOUSSPITE —more painful it would be. The pop was enough to send a shiver down /his/ spine... Which could only mean he was growing accustomed to his more pacifistic lifestyle. That could cause problems.

@RadiantMartyr @REBELLIOUSSPITE “Ezra Mulciber?” Nicodemus’ jaw tightened for a moment before he returned his mind to the task at hand. He locked eyes with Fable for a brief moment before resetting her shoulder with no warning, knowing it would be better if she wasn’t anticipating it. The more she tensed, the—

@RadiantMartyr @REBELLIOUSSPITE —before placing a gentle hand on the dislocated shoulder. This was not the day he was expecting... But it was certainly quite interesting. “Flynn, who did this to her?”

@RadiantMartyr @REBELLIOUSSPITE “It will hurt, but yes.” Dagmar took the vial from the boy and offered an appreciative smile, removing the top from the vial before raising it to the girl’s lips. “It tastes like hell, but it will help with the pain and the swelling.” He waited for her to take it from him—

@RadiantMartyr @REBELLIOUSSPITE —“What the hell happened?” He looked up to the boy and furrowed his brows, gesturing to his desk. “There’s a vial in the left hand drawer. Quickly.”

@RadiantMartyr @REBELLIOUSSPITE Fable and Flynn were in Nicodemus’ office faster than he could really comprehend what was going on, but the moment he laid eyes on Fable’s damaged body, he flew to her side. He gently pushed the boy to the side as he knelt down, his free hand moving to rest on the girl’s knee.—

@MALEVOLENTGUILE —rip your heart from your chest. Yours, and everyone else that you tell.”

@MALEVOLENTGUILE “I disagree. All I see is a writhing little man, too afraid to forge his own path.” Dagmar’s eyes began to fade to that same dark red, his pupils dilating as he began to compel the boy. “You will say nothing about what I am. To anyone. And if you break this compulsion, I will—

@MALEVOLENTGUILE —Jameson Cromwell and Tom Riddle’s boot heel, there is nothing I can do for you.”

@MALEVOLENTGUILE “Then you will die cold and alone.” The Professor grabbed his student by the right shoulder, squeezing just enough for it to be inescapable AND painful, but not too damaging. “I saw something better in you, Ezra. Potential. Power. But if you choose to live as a worm under—

@MALEVOLENTGUILE —in a deep breath, locking eyes with Ezra. “If you want my protection when you leave the Death Eaters, you will not attack another innocent soul. Do we have an understanding?”

@MALEVOLENTGUILE “You claim to disagree with their ideals, yet you attack an innocent girl? I demand better from you.” He snarled as he stepped forward once again, his hands sliding into his pockets before his face returned to its normal charming state. He cracked his neck slowly before taking—