Catatonic -- Blaise

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The images of the last few moments flashed as though in a continuous circuit in front of Adeline's eyes.  Theo, arriving in the place of her captivity, Elaine revealing herself; she could tell even Theo had been surprised by that.  Revealing that Abigail was the third captive in the room, hearing her sisters' screams mingled with her own.  They always said twins had a connection; when Abby was in pain so was Addie.  The pain stopped, and Elaine accused Theo of being a spy.  A spy?  So...Abby had been right all along, Theo wasn't all bad?  She couldn't believe it, but there was no time to think, because Elaine was speaking to Theo...kill.  Kill Abby.  She had tried to scream for her twin, but she had been gagged by the same spell that Abby had been.  Suddenly, Theo was running towards Abby; he was going to save her!  A flash of green light, and Abby was limp, and Adeline went numb.  There were more flashes of green light, and other people were dying, but Adeline didn't care.  Abby was dead; their twin connection abruptly snipped from existence.  Adeline didn't know how to live without Abby by her side; how could she live by her side.  Abby was the good twin, the brave twin, the popular twin.  Addie was nothing without her, nothing.

She had barely recognized Elaine stuffing something in her hand and touched her face.  She didn't even flinch, she didn't have the energy anymore.  She felt a tug around her navel and she was spinning out of the manor, landing face first onto a carpet she recognized, but didn't recognize at the same time.  She heard someone get up from somewhere, perhaps from behind her desk, but she didn't move.  She couldn't move; the shock, fear and grief over what had just happened to Adeline Shacklebolt had rendered her completely catatonic.


blaise leo zabini

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@adeline

This rampant idiocy needed to stop. Things had unraveled far too quickly for the situation that the Ministry had been thrown into. People were dead, and like usual, there seemed to be absolutely no sign of a contingency plan. There never was in these kinds of situations. Student killed on the Hogwarts express? Let’s keep holding school in the hopes that we catch them after they kill the next kid. Now it was the same thing, but with supposed adults killing other supposed adults. They were all children in his eyes. It was starting to get old, considering that the Ministry should have known how to deal with dark witches and wizards at this point. Apparently some things never changed, even if the ones in charge were supposedly the “brightest of their time”, or some nonsense like that. Bright or not, it wasn’t preventing Dupree from kidnapping and offing people left and right. If he managed to gain the luxury of getting up close and personal with her down the road, he’d make sure to choke every last breath out of her himself. That would solve all of the Ministry’s problems. Blaise knew voicing his criticisms at this point in time wasn’t going to win him any fans though.

When it was finally his time to step into this ridiculous mess of a sting operation, if he could even be bothered to call it that, the damage was already done and his junior Obliviator was without another one of her family members. Her father being offed was bad enough, and now having her twin dead was probably immeasurable, at least by his own standards. If only the Minister had sent him and Holmes in, as initially discussed upon Adeline’s disappearance, then the body count would have been much lower on their end, and higher on the enemy’s. Blaise would have had no qualms about killing any of them. Alcohol would fix the remembering part of it.

But that debacle was over with, and now Adeline Shacklebolt, minus her other half, was sitting on the floor of his office, unmoving, mute, and looking like she was dead. In some regards, she probably would have been better off killed there, instead of being put through all of this again. Hell, it would have made snapping Dupree’s neck that much more satisfying, as if it wouldn’t be already.

Currently, Blaise was pulling his head back out of his Penseive, having just finished recounting all of Adeline’s memories from the end of this ordeal. There were things in there that he probably wouldn’t have known normally, and things that definitely needed to be viewed by people other than him. For now though, he was tasked with extracting as much information from the girl as possible before she became even more catatonic than she already was. Cracking criminals and getting into their heads was easy. Trying to slide into the mind of someone already broken though? Nigh impossible. Their memories were always jumbled, and while they’d be accurate, trying to pinpoint specifics became harder as they delved on thoughts that weren’t desirable. That’s what made crazy people so hard to deal with, aside from the part where they’re crazy.

Pulling his desk chair around to where Adeline was sitting, Blaise stared at her, hard. He already knew she wouldn’t react to what he was trying to say, especially if it was anything consoling about her sister. He hated dealing with children sometimes. “Oi, Shacklebolt. I need you here right now,” he stated rather aggressively, snapping his fingers in front of her face. “You have to give me more than your sister dying here. Were there any other people aside from Dupree in the room? Who kidnapped you? Did the Nott whelp divulge any information before he was killed?” Blaise fired off questions one after another, not granting the girl any time to respond. Not that she would in this state anyways. This was stupid. He wasn’t going to get anything out of her for a long time, especially if she kept this up. By the time she came around, Dupree and her thugs would be killing more people. Ripping those memories out of her wouldn’t serve well either. Damaging an already fragile mental state by taking things unwillingly would do more harm to their investigation than good.

Standing back up from his chair, Blaise paced around his office, trying to come up with something to get her to snap out of her immobile state. There was nothing within reason that would work though, not under these circumstances. It was time to lose his cool. He was fine with that, he had felt his blood pressure rising all day. Letting loose on his office a little to get the information would be acceptable. Walking up to his desk, Blaise took his arms and swept them across the surface, knocking all of the papers and folders that he had stacked up on it onto the ground. The small desk lamp went next, as he threw it across the room and against the back wall as the bulb shattered into tiny glass particles, and the metal frame contorted. Next came the chair he had been previously sitting on. Grabbing the top of it, he lifted it over his head and brought it down on top of his desk as hard as he could, the pieces of wood splintering across the room. Pieces of the chair back still in his hand, Blaise turned back to face the Shacklebolt girl. “You see all that? It’s all gone, destroyed, broken. Just like your sister is. She isn’t coming back, Shacklebolt.” Blaise tossed the wood in his hand off to the side as he stood in front of her again. “I really liked that goddamn chair too, so you better start giving me the memories I need, or I’m going to start messing with things in your head. You know better than anyone else that I really do not want to do that right now. So snap out of your little daze and come back to this world, because sitting there isn’t going to accomplish anything. You’re smarter than that. Everything you give me is a step closer to getting Dupree and killing her.”

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Adelines eyes couldn't focus on Blaise, even though he was standing in front of her demanding to know more information.  Were there more people in the room aside from herself?  She thought so, but one of them had been Elaine....but it wasn't Elaine...but the fact was a blur, as though just out of focus through a camera lens.  She felt like she was missing something, as though someone had taken an eraser and blotted out the identities of everyone else in the room.  She remembered seeing Elaine stand in front of her with Theo, and her sister, her dearest Abigail.  No, no she didn't want to think about that she didn't want to remember her other half was dead.

She knew Blaise had other ideas; the man needed answers, and he wouldn't stop until he got them.  Addie tried to open her mouth to speak, but no words came out.  How could she speak about the last few days; being kidnapped by masked henchman with only....she didn't even know who the other people she had been held captive with were.  The images blended through her mind like a maze, and Adelines' breaths grew short as another panic attack began to set in.

Suddenly, Blaise picked up a chair and threw it against the wall; it shattered and Adeline squeked, jumping a mile high.  The chair was as her sister, dead and gone, never coming back.  Never coming back, Abigail was never coming back to her.  A wailing sound escaped her lips, inhuman, almost of an animal quality.  She crumpled into a ball and wrapped her arms around her legs, sobbing, hiccuping and gasping as she rocked back and forth.  There would be no use speaking to Adeline now; she was gone to a place where nobody could reach her.


blaise leo zabini


Adeline's time here is at an end, but feel free to wrap it up <3

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@adeline

There it was. Finally. Blaise hated having to do that, but he needed her to snap out of it. Getting wrapped up in what already happened wasn’t going to fix things, and he needed those memories to push them forward to the powers above. If being an insensitive bastard was what got him to that point, then so be it. Right now he was watching a child break because her sister was gone. There were a lot of things that he could look back on and instantly regret doing. This was already one of those memories. At this point it wasn’t worth digging into getting what he needed. She already had it imprinted in her head, and there were other people that could get it, family members, or what was left of the Shacklebolts, that were for more capable at coaxing it out of her. That wasn’t his job anymore. He managed to pull her out of the funk she was in, and that was the best he could do now. She needed to be with her family. Stepping out of his office, Blaise waved them in. They could use his office for however long they needed. Not like he could do anything in there anyways. He just smashed his favorite chair into tiny pieces and threw his stuff all over the floor. Right now, he needed a drink.

[The End]