Thread: Love is merely a madness {Vitae and Snape}

Medora listened to his lecture with her teeth sank into her bottom lip, but the look in her eyes was telling it wasn't as much as for expressing guilt as it was for holding back a wild smirk. Department of Mystery had a fine folder of files concerning this man, and so Medora knew a way how to get rid of him... Considering that his undying feelings for Lily Evans were widely described at the Daily Prophet. She wasn't as loose as wanted him to see her, actually she was one of those women who required people to do miracles if they were intending to get into her knickers, but as long as it served as a weapon, Medora was eager to rely on the image of what people call 'sluts'. She didn't answer him anything, as just like him she wasn't a big talker unless environment required her to be - she was rather eager to watch and listen, analyze people, spotting out their weaknesses and then manipulating their minds. Medora was twisted and sly, always getting what she wanted even by using the most desperate of methods... But on her way to her goal not even death was final, and she never avoided things making others scream in fright. As he left, she returned back to reading, with a victorious smile now - at some point it was his defeat, and it was Severus who was forced to leave, not her. But quickly those thoughts were gone as Medora dived into the world of knowledge again, forgetting the one she resided in. She couldn't tell how much time passed before she took her pocket-watch out and saw it was four AM already - a heavy sigh escaped her lips as she placed all the books to where they belonged, and departed back to her chamber to receive those fair three hours of sleep she required to avoid the dark circles under her eyes. Medora never denied herself being attractive, but even she followed some rules to keep her beauty as clearly understood it not going to last forever. Just like always her sleep was restless - nightmares about the past were haunting her, and all the broken promises were reminded - and then she was burning alive for being a witch, her nails were being pulled out, or she was drowned in a sack with a cat which was tearing her body apart... Then the episode changed to Procrustean bed where she laid, feeling how her muscles teared, and a bucket with a trapped rat appeared over her stomach - soon the heated metal began burning her skin, and the rat began digging it's way out through her stomach. Just like every morning Medora woke up with a brief scream, wet with cold sweat, and no longer caring about the time nearly crawled to the shower in order to refresh her thoughts - Medora was a pureblood, but she was sure even other heirs of clean families did not posses that curse - the most terrifying memories of her ancestors were alive in her, endlessly remind of a mission she had...But Medora still didn't know what kind of a mission it was - those nightmares where what led her to department of Mysteries, and the same nightmares caused her stay at Hogwarts. Even if she had time, after shower Medora decided not to attend breakfast. She did not feel like facing anyone, not now. Mornings were definitely the worst time of a day to approach her, and she didn't want to say or do something she might regret later - and so her breakfast was a cup of black tea and a plate of chocolate. Tying hair into tight bun, Medora immersed a piece of chocolate into nearly boiling water, allowing it to melt before putting it into her mouth - that was a foolish habit she had left from a childhood tea-parties with her long dead grandmother. Happily to her, multi-tasking could be Medora's second name, as if she did every of her beauty procedures separately, she'd be done by evening - now, however, it took about twenty minutes, and soon, just in time, she stood next to the entrance to hospital, unlocking the door.