Thread: Have a bit of venom with your chocolate (CntDestyr And Queenofwolves)

When Ginny made it far enough away, the shadows seemed to ooze Edward out of concealment. Standing before her, he smiled a very devious smile and an odd glint in his eyes. Before she could draw her wand, he drew his, pointing it at her chest, and closing the distance between them, putting his forearm on her chest and shoving her against the wall. With that, he grabbed her wand and put it in the back of his pants. A witch was nothing without her wand, everyone knew that. Edward had a certain air about him that may not have been that of revenge, however, he did want to teach her a lesson or two. Edward knew his way around the school's dungeon like the back of his hand, probably even better than some of the teachers. Every crack and crevice was familiar to him, as were the secret rooms. In possession of her wand, she was at his mercy. He stood tall, and was a man that demanded respect. People hushed when they entered a room and he was talking, and they avoided meeting eyes with him when possible. When Professor Snape rounded the corner and met eyes with Edward, even he bowed his head and disappeared back into his office. It was common knowledge that Edward could do whatever he wanted in the school, and there was very little that could be done to stop him from imposing his will on the rest of the school. Besides, the aurors wanted him there just to keep an eye on him. When the coward Snape slunk back into his office, Edward turned her around and walked behind her, his hand gripped her shoulder rather hard, his wand firmly pressed into the small of her back. After a few minutes of walking in the damp, dark hallways of the dungeon, the sights and smells must have started to blend together for her. The sight of bland grey stone with twists and turns that all looked the same. They were essentially inside of a large labyrinth that Edward knew every inch of. Finally, they reached a dead end. Aperio The man commanded, and almost instantly, the bricks of the wall started to reform and create an opening. It was much like the area where Dumbledore's army practiced only much harder to get to. Inside, the room was small and dark. The bricks reformed the wall behind them, and then faded into darkness that seemed to be moving and shifting. This was clearly a magically enchanted room that most faculty in the school didn't even know existed. Edward was the one that magically enchanted this room, and it did everything he wanted it to. Moving her to the center of the room, he started to step away from her, his wand still pointed at her. Welcome to Hell. The man said, as he stepped back even further. Without saying another word, the walls seemed to shift and move, getting more and more movement at every shift. The walls seemed to lurch out more and more. The ground started to move now, pulsing underneath their feet. After a moment, he feet started to sink into the ground, and he put his wand away. She wasn't going anywhere now. The ground wasn't wet or gooey, but she couldn't move her ankles, when she tried to move them, they would constrict, almost as if they were made of rope. In truth, they were. They were enchanted ropes. This is where he had been going, and this is what he had been working on for the longest time this year. She should just give up now. . .