Torture
His azure eyes blazed with icy flames in visible fury, his mind filling with plots of death and destruction.
Had he not been walking past this particular corridor, she would've had to endure more than the purpling bruises and bleeding cuts that tainted her fair, pale skin.
Gripping his wand tight, he quickly spit out a few hexes that would leave those imbecilic 7th year Ravenclaws crying for more than the comfort of their mothers.
Such a fragile girl.
She kept her eyes open and blank, her back to the wall while silently crying and allowing tears to sting her wounds.
That image tugged at his sanity, and he never wanted to see her in that situation ever again.