Classroom 13

[Amycus Carrow]

Really the child would have done... but this little Raven had a bad habit of jumping the gun. He'd need to break her of that.

Wrapping his hand around her arm Amycus pulled her before him, allowing the brat to climb to their feet and scurry off, wideeyed and frightented at the sight of him. Lifting her chin with two fingers he offered her a vicious smile.

"Never persume, precious. Not without my permission. I am the master here," he scolded her lightly before his hand lashed out, backhanding her viciously across the cheek and knocking her to the ground.

[Leanna Barker]

She made a soft noise in surprise when Amycus pulled her in front of him, her eyes half-closing to watch him through her lashes. Her eyes darted to the child as it ran away and there was a faint tightening at the corner of her mouth.

"Yes Master." Leanna murmured.

Then she was slapped. She was knocked to the ground, her cheek burning painfully. Her hand covered the red mark and her eyes closed tightly. Slowly she climbed back to her feet, blinking away the few tears that had gathered in her eyes.

"Please forgive me Master."

[Amycus Carrow]

Amycus's lips curved up as he watched her climb back to her feet, head bowed in subjucation.

"You'll learn sweet child," he smirked at her before turning away, head glancing over his shoulder. "Now come. I will tell you whom to pick."

[Leanna Barker]

Leanna glanced up as he turned away then followed him, her eyes staying on his feet as he walked. She didn't get too close, not wanting to risk tripping Amycus over. She wondered briefly who he was going to pick, hopefully no one that would hate her forever.

[Amycus Carrow]

The walked for a few minutes in silence before Amycus finally gestured for them to halt, his eyes on a small group of Gryffindor third years before them, gaze flicking over them in idle assessment.

"Him," he said at last, pointing to a happy faced blonde boy. "Bring him."

[Leanna Barker]

Leanna eyed the boy from behind Amycus, noting his house robes. Of course. She slipped out from behind the man and came up behind the group. They saw her and started to scatter, but she was quicker. Her hand shot out and pinched the boy's ear, dragging him back from running away. Her wand pressed against his neck and she dared him to keep struggling.

[Amycus Carrow]

A cruel laughter fell from the man's lips as he watched the little lion cubs run like spineless cowards.

"So much for the House of courage!" he sniggered, black eyes flashing as he fixed the squirming, suddenly pale boy with a vicious, hungry look. "Come along sweetness... we have a lessong to learn."

Without waiting for a reply, the man turned his back, sweeping back towards the room they had just vacated and leaving Leanna to follow on with her captive.

[Leanna Barker]

Leanna jabbed the tip of her wand into the boy's neck and physically dragged him back to the room, his resistance giving her no trouble, showing she was stronger than she looked. She kicked the boy through the door, her foot planted firmly on his rear to give him that extra push then shut the door. Her fingers pulled her hair over one shoulder and she quickly braided the red locks to keep them out of the way.

[Amycus Carrow]

"Stop playing with your hair," Amycus snaped, flickign his wand to hit the readhead with another nasty stinging hex to the face, before he prowled over to the fallen Gryffindor, lowering himself to his hookers as he offered the boy a nasty smile.

"Hello sweetness... do you know why you're here?"

Scrabbling back a few steps on his bum, the boy stared at the mad Professor wide eyed, before shakilly jerking his head in a no.

Amycus grinned, the expression savage.

"Tell him, Barker, why did you bring him here?"

[Leanna Barker]

Leanna winced as the hex swiped across her face and she tossed the braid over her shoulder, giving the Death Eater's back a scowl. She walked up behind him, looking down at the boy that he'd decided to choose for her to play with.

"You're here so I can show Master that I'm not lying when I say I believe in the Dark Lord's cause." she whispered, her eyes never leaving the boy's face.

[Amycus Carrow]

Amycus gave a tisking noise, long fingers idly playing over the length of his wand in warning as he eyed the Ravenclaw girl.

"No... try again. Why is *he* here? I didn't ask about you." he chided.

[Leanna Barker]

Uncertainty flickered over Leanna's face for just moment and her eyes jumped over to the man's. "Because he is the one you chose." She murmured, a hint of a question at the end of her words. This man was going to drive her bonkers with his non-linear question and answers. The boy was there so Leanna could show she was on the side of the Dark Lord, so she could hurt him, because he had been picked out of a flock of sheep, because he was at school!?!? She didn't know which answer he wanted.

Another answer dawned slowly on the girl, mentally cursing herself that she hadn't thought of it earlier. "Because he's a mudblood." Again there was the faint question at the end of her sentance, her eyes sliding back to Amycus for a split second, hoping not to be stung by a hex again.

[Amycus Carrow]

He could see the vague panic on her face as she sought for his answer, amusement growing in him at the sight.

Eventually however she seemed to finally grasp what he was getting at, the dark haired man rewarding her with a flash of a grin.

"Well done precious... because he is a mudblood... Now why don't you show our pet mudblood here what we think of his kind, hmmm?"

[Leanna Barker]

She caught the flash of the grin and her heart stopped for a moment. It restarted when she realised it wasn't a sign of impending punishment. Her eyes turned back to the boy, studying his face, she didn't know who he was, perhaps a good thing as her wand moved to point at him slowly. Leanna took a small breath and the spell rolled off her tongue easily, soft and almost gently spoken, but with the hard will behind it to make the boy hurt. "Crucio."

[Amycus Carrow]

Amycus watched with heavy lidded eyes as the youth started to thrash beneath her wand, scream tearing from his throat, mouth curling up higher.

"Put your back into it pet" he warned lightly, tone almost a caress.

[Leanna Barker]

Leanna pushed. She was reluctant to use her anger as fuel for the spell, it was such a fickle emotion. Her will power gathered itself and she demanded of the spell to make the pain worse. The screams were beautiful in a way.

[Amycus Carrow]

"Still not good enough sweet thing," the man almost sing-songed the words, lips curling up cruelly as he watched the boy writhe. "You're holding back... I suggest you don't before Iget bored and decide your conviction to the cause is lacking."

[Leanna Barker]

Her eyes moved from the boy, to Amycus, then back. They closed for just a moment and she let her anger slide into the spell. Raw hate, anger and pain, caused by all the people in her life and focussed directly onto the boy on the ground before her.

[Amycus Carrow]

"Much better," he breathed in her ear, leaning forwards to allow his hands to settle on her shoulders. "Feel it all, all the hate and anger... pour it into the spell... it's beautiful isn't it? Dark and seductive, thrumming through you as it spills out and fills the air with such sweet screams..."

[Leanna Barker]

"Yes." She breathed back, catching herself bbefore she leaned back against the man. Leanna's eyes were half-closed as she watched the younger boy writhing around on the ground. With each passing second she became more aware of the thum of the dark magic inside her, plucking at the iced up part of her heart where she held all she cared about.

[Amycus Carrow]

Amycus's lips curved up in vicious amusement, his eyes shifting to the redhead as he took in that breathy note in her voice, sure sign that the magic was starting to seduce her.

"It's like a lover, sweet child," he purred. "Let it caress through you, changing intensity, changing pace, always changing. Keep him guessing, fearing, never knowing if you intend to finish him or let him go. Take him to the edge of his sanity again and again and again."

Chances are she wouldn't hold out much longer, not without developing mroe stamina for dark casting, but still, he intended to push her as far as he could.

[Leanna Barker]

"It... feels just like the Imperious." she murmured. "Strange..." Her hand shook a little but she held the spell, the intensity lowering almost to the point of non-existence before shoving all her anger back at the boy. It was easy. The anger and hate came to her naturally. It had built up over her life, sinking deep into her bones.

[Amycus Carrow]

Now that was interesting... Amycus's sharp eyes shifted back to the girl's face, studying the nuances of emotion and thought as it passed over her features.

"You're familiar with casting the Imperious?" he asked her, tone falsely light.

[Leanna Barker]

Leanna's eyes flickered to Amycus, almost as if surprised he was there. She nodded slowly, her control on the spell dwindling until it failed. The Ravenclaw looked back at the boy on the floor and pouted just a little, wishing she hadn't lost concentration.