am I another casualty in the battle your fighting

Bianca leaned against the wall, letting Darcie think it was done. She was not actually done, of course, but it would be a huge blow psychologically to Darcie if she thought it was over and it started all over again. People were odd that way--they were willing to believe a lot of junk just because they did not think they could survive unless they believed it.

Darcie tentatively glanced up, looking at Bianca who was leaning casually on the wall, looking as if there was nothing bothering her in the world. Darcie hated her, she had only been in proper contact with the girl for about ten minutes in her whole life, but she hated her. About as much as she hated her Godfather. Nobody had the right to do that kind of thing to another person. She let out a slight sigh, it had been a few minutes since she had stopped the crucioing. It would be over now wouldn't it?

Bianca pulled out her wand again, pondering what exactly she planned to do next. She could use a good old imperius curse for a while, but that always grew old quickly. Only crucioing left long-term pleasure. "So, mudblood, I'm assuming you think I should let you go now?" Bianca started, waiting for a response.

Darcie eyed the wand as Bianca pulled it out of her pocket, she shied back, trying to push herself back into the wall. Hoping that the walls of Hogwarts would do something magical like eat her, so that she was safe from Bianca's wand. Darcie nodded feebly, although she was doubtful about it actually happening. "Ye-e-e-es," She mumbled, almost inaudibly.

Bianca walked up closer and closer to Darcie, with a giant grin on her face. "And I'm sure you think that the world is a happy place and we should just let you mudbloods run free, right?

Darcie shied back, continuing to press herself back into the wall. Still hoping that she could disappear through it. She was in a mix between shaking her head and nodding, shaking her head because she did not think that the world was a happy place. She'd lost that belief at the age of six. And nodding because the second half was what she did think. She shouldn't be persecuted for something she had no choice in. So instead she said nothing, just stared at Bianca. Eyes wide and scared.

Bianca smiled innocently. "Oh, Darcie. How could I ever hurt you? You're such a good person, and I really should not do things like this." She began to crucio Darcie again.

"Stop stop stop stop stop," Darcie screamed, holding tightly onto her legs, her nails and fingers digging into herself. "Please," She whined the word sounded choked from her tears. "Please. Stop."

Bianca grinned. "Nope. I'm not going to stop. I'm never going to stop. It is going to be absolutely brutal, and you are going to be miserable. Isn't it beautiful?"

Darcie cried. She felt useless and pathetic and just wanted to be left alone. She wondered what it would take to get Bianca to stop, whether she was just going to keep going until the pain and the spell made her lose her mind, made her go insane.

Bianca saw Riddle walking down the hallway to survey her handiwork. He gave her his approval, which Bianca secretly desperately craved. However, he made sure to remind her not to make the idiot mudblood go mad. They had low tolerance for crucioing because of their muggle birth, so it was best to stop soon. Bianca grumbled, but agreed, stopping her spell.

Darcie stared at the floor, shaking horribly and continuing to whimper, which was broken every now and again by a louder cry.

Bianca grinned. "The name's Bianca. Don't cross my path again or you'll regret it, kid." With that, she walked away.

Darcie moaned, leaning back into the wall, using the wall to help her she tried to stand up but only ended on the ground again, in more pain as her legs buckled underneath her. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly, as she crawled over to her bag, whimpering. She carefully swung the bag over her shoulder and headed towards the common room, continuing to crawl until she had enough energy to try standing. While she went faster when she stood, she fell quite a bit, which nearly caused her to tumble down the stairs in more then one occasion. She sat outside the common room for a bit, trying to gain more energy, so she could get up to the dorm rooms without falling over in front of her house mates. She sniffed, rubbing at her eyes, thinking that she'd probably gain attention anyway, as her face would be tear streaked and blotchy.

Bianca yawned. She hoped that mudblood would come back, secretly. She might even go so far as to track her. That would be fun, and she could verify that it was her. They sometimes all looked the same to her.

Darcie got into her dorm room, she'd stumbled slightly, but by grabbing onto a chair she'd stopped herself from falling over completely. Staring at the floor she continued on her way and fell onto her bed fully clothed once she reached the dorms. She sniffed again, making a slight noise of pain. Hoping she never ran into Bianca again, and thinking that she had to leave the library earlier, when there were more people around the school.

Bianca decided a tracking spell would be perfect, and it would be likely that the girl would never suspect a thing. It would be a beautiful, fun time.

It took Darcie a while to get to sleep, and when she woke up she felt as if she had not slept enough. She screwed up her nose trying to figure out what class she had first. And whether or she would be able to skip it. Working out she had transfiguration she sighed, and slowly started to get ready. Feeling stiff and sore. Wishing that she could skip the class, as she still felt exhausted and the fact that it was a class where they used magic. And Darcie was doubting she was going to be very productive in any of her wandwork classes.

Bianca noticed Darcie leaving her dorm, so she decided to walk down the hallway in her general vicinity.

"Ow ow," Darcie murmured as she made her way to the great hall, she somewhat wished that she didn't have to go the great hall for breakfast, she'd much rather eat in the dorms away from all of the people. She watched the ground as she walked. Which was probably not a smart idea, as she couldn't see anyone.

Bianca walked around, scouring the hallway for other familiar faces. There were, alarmingly, lots of mudbloods in the school, and she knew a lot of them by reputation.