Author's Question without a cause:
If Twilight vampires can run hundreds times faster than cars, why do they take Bella to safety in cars instead of carrying her in their arms or on their backs? ... Why do the Cullens use cars so much? I don't understand this...Yes, to keep their cover, but they seem to use cars much more than they theoretically should...
Tick-Tock let go of her and trailed over to close the doors. Silwen dashed to the opposite end of the room and muttured, "Messagum Patronum," suddenly, a white dove emerged out of her wand and she went on with her message, "The Doctor, Time Lord. Master is using Arkangel to take control. End Message."
"NO!" shouted the Master, running to Silwen when he saw what she was doing. But it was too late for him to stop it. "That wasn't considerate of you," he said smacking her smartly across the face.
Ignoring him, Silwen cleaned, magicking dirty dishes, silverware and cups into the kitchen, Summoning and charming brooms, rags, and mops to sweep, scrub and mop the floor by themselves. It had always been fun to help Lucie with the cleaning when she was younger, even though Lucie made her help by doing things by hand, scrubbing tirelessly at the floor or at dishes with particularly nasty spots. "Things come out better by hand," Lucie said often. Silwen led a tear off her cheek and decided to do the table by hand with an unmagicked cloth she had found. She brushed off dust and dirt-anything that wasn't stuck to the table-onto the floor, earning an irritated swish from the broom, and scrubbed hard, scrutinizing for any remaining spots. He watched in amazement as she exterminated every speck of dirt, healed every miniscule break of perfection, seemingly without tiring. Idly, he thought, she'd be wonderful to have around to clean up my messes.
"Cinderelly, Cinderelly," chanted the Master from a chair he was lounging in. "Why are you doing the table by hand?"
Talking loudly to the table, she responded, "It looks better when it's done by hand."
Irritated at being ignored, the Master stood and walked over the wet and once shining floor to Silwen, creating smirking footprints for the mop to clean up. He reached into his pockets and pulled out a bottle of ink. "I'll pour this all over the table and floor unless you promise to accompany me to my victory after this...Hogwarts war. I promise to feed you." By now, he was standing over her, a hand on the table covering a large stain.
Shuddering, yet managing a laugh she said, "You're threatening to pour ink on a table if I don't-"
"Fine!" cut the Master, turning the bottle upside-down. Liquid blue ink went all over the table, dripping onto the chairs. Silwen sighed and said, "Scourgify!" Instantly, all the ink disappeared as well as all of the stains and grime. So much for doing it by hand. Glaring, he grabbed hold of her wrists, enjoying the fear that flooded her face.
"I have to finish this. Let me go," she whispered, not looking at him. A hand crept to her chin and held her face up. Silwen closed her eyes, defying the eyes that danced with cruelty.
"Promise me, little Silwen." Her panicked foot stomping on his, she scrambled to the opposite end of the table and began inspecting the wood for anything. Anything at all to do something to to get her mind off him. She found a chair with a broken leg. Sitting on the floor, she murmured, "Reparo." I might as well mend the other chairs in the room. Maybe even throw them at Tick-Tock if he gets close. She didn't notice the Master creep behind her until she found his fingers covering her eyes. Stiffening, she nonverbally Summoned a new chair and fixed that one as well, concentrating on the chair, feeling it over with her hands.
"I could be kind to you," he breathed, his cold words freezing her in her position. "You could have anything you want if you lived with me." If only the Doctor could see me toying with one of his little human pets, he mused. A chuckle burst of him, making Silwen jump. Both hands left her face, one on her shoulder turning her to face him, the other diving into his pocket and pulling out a muggle device with lots of buttons and something that looked like a small telescope. "This is what humans in call a 'video recorder.' I'm going to use it and film our little...soiree to bait the Doctor. A friend of mine gave me this idea when I came to Earth several years ago. His name was James," he said, turning the thing on. On top, a little red light went off. "It's recording you, Silly. The glass lens you see-that's where you want to look so the Doctor can watch you as if you were looking right at him."
Shaking, she stood up and walked to the next chair, relieved to find the Master stay where he was, video recorder in hand. "I underestimated him, Doctor. Don't you do the same," she said clearly as she repaired the next few chairs. She was hoping to provoke the Master into flinging the thing to the ground and breaking it, but the Master was calm.
"Now Silly, I want you to make this camera indestructible with a little spell. If you don't do it, I'll kiss you." Perfect. The expression on her face was...priceless. Eyes dilated in fear, mouth tightly locked, fingers clenching their little stick, and her whole body petrified. This would have the Doctor angry. "I'm waiting." Inaudibly, Silwen's lips moved and something shot from her wand, hitting the recorder. The device flashed then returned to normal.
"It's done," she said and returned to mending the antique chairs, and nicks in the table.
"Now enchant it to hover beside me and focus only on you. Or-" Silwen cut him off with a couple spells before he could finish his threat. Feverishly, she finished the table and chairs-looking now as if they had been bought hours ago-and charmed the floor to get rid of new dirt as well as magicking on protective polish all over it. After a second thought, she did the same to the beautiful table and chairs. Now the only things left were the walls, ceiling, and chandelier that floated over the table.
"Why are you so obedient to Voldy?" asked the Master, approaching her, checking to see that the camera was still recording and was hovering beside him.
"I have no choice." Bam. Silwen blasted decades of smudge and sleaze off the walls, her fear getting the better of her as she heard his footsteps draw near. But the walls suffered no damage.
"What do you mean?" He asked casually, stepping beside her, putting an arm around her waist. Quickly, she fled out of it and ran to somewhere safer, whispering something. He smirked.
Carefully, she transported the chandelier down and cleaned it crystal by crystal while the Master watched from a small distance, repeating his question.
"I promised to be obedient to him," she said tensing.
"Do you always keep your promises?" he asked, a smile sitting on his lips like a proud, fat child. The Master zoomed the camera in, focusing on her lips.
"Y-yes."
A small light went off inside the Master's mind. "How do you feel about it? Not being able to break a promise?"
"With my uncle, it was fine. He-he never made me promise anything except for once...Sometimes, I wish I had a choice. But I don't... Just like my-" but she didn't say any more, and shot a silent, gentle cleaning spell at the ceiling.
"Just like your what?" His voice quivered with anticipation, he stopped walking and bent down next to Silwen, letting the camera zoom out a little bit so both of them were in view.
"Just like my telling the truth."
A cackle left the Master's lips, echoing around the room. "Can you lie, Silly?" he whispered in her ear. Delicately, he took the cleaned chandelier from her and put it on the table, waiting for her answer. It lifted itself up automatically and regained its normal location.
"No."
Cackling again, he said to the camera, "So, Silly, what else do you want to say to the Doctor? Do you want him to come running and protect you from the nasty evil?"
"Thank you, Doctor. Thank you for talking to me, for letting me talk to know your friends. You were so kind, like how a doctor should be. I won't ever forget it. No, don't come. Don't rise to the Master's bai-"
The Master's face contorted into rage, and he sprang at her, shoving her into the wall, wrapping his hands around her throat, gloating when she started to choke. "That's enough, I think," he murmured, fingers loosening so she could breathe again. She began to babble, but he raised a finger to her lips and murmured, "Sshhh." She did as she was told, tears starting to slip out of her eyes. "Don't move for a minute, Silly. I want to try something," he whispered, inches away from her ashen face. His hands left her mouth and throat and moved to her arms, pinning them to the wall like unbreakable chains.
Leaning in closer, he stared at Silwen, who turned her face so her cheek felt his over-heated breath. He moved his head so their lips were parallel once more, and kissed her lightly. What he wasn't prepared for was the girl's hysteria that followed. Shrieking, she brought her knee up high, kicking him in the stomach. He fell backwards, crashing into the table, letting her go.
Silwen ran to the doors, yanked them open, dashed out to the hallway, and slammed the doors shut, hyperventilating. Sinking to her knees, she realized that she was able to get out of the room. That meant that the Dining Hall was completely finished and she was free to leave. Shaking, she tried to get the horrible memory out of her head, but her mind kept on replaying it over and over. Tears flowed freely now and she bent over her knees, looking like she was praying.
"What is going on?" hissed a voice swiftly approaching. For a second time that day, that voice's meant that some of her torment had come to an end.
"You-I-the D-dining R-room is fini-ished. P-please, I-i pray you, let me go to my quarters," she whispered, immediately quenching her tears. She started to stand, trembling, but her knees wobbled so much that she gripped the door handles for support and inadvertently opened the doors, falling to the ground once more. Strong arms caught her from behind. "I sent the tape via cell phone and future muggle technology," he whispered in her ear, "One of his friends was kind enough to give me his number." A jolt of terror ran through her and she leapt out of them, cowering behind Voldemort.
"What happened, Time Lord?" spat Voldemort. "What did you do to her?" The Master just smirked and said nothing, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "If she's ruined, I will make sure your plan fails, mark my words."
Laughing, the Master said, "She's not ruined, only a little afraid of a small kiss." With that, he stalked off, whistling the tune of Scarborough Fair.
Voldemort whipped around to face Silwen. She'd never been as hysterical as this before. If the Master had broken her, he would pay dearly for it. "Come little Snape, it is time you rest for the last few hours of the night. In the morning, we will go to the meeting and you will stand behind me, not listening to what we are saying. Perhaps I'll have wax put in your ears."
At his side, Silwen nodded. They walked the rest of the way in silence, Voldemort making sure they didn't touch. He didn't want her shrieking again. Not yet. Reaching the door to her room, he opened the door and said, "Get in." Zombily, she entered the room then saw it. Another bed had been placed in the room.
"Whose bed is that?" she asked, lying on her cot, facing the Dark Lord. A curtain had been placed in between the beds, she observed. Voldemort sat on the other bed. Watching her closely, using every skill of Ligilimency he possessed, he smirked, "Mine." To his satisfaction, instead of screaming or making any sound at all, Silwen fainted and fell asleep, shuddering in her sleep. She was unable to cope with anything else. Flicking his wand, Voldemort made the curtain and stood up. He left the room, musing about the fact that he hardly slept.
"This will break my little Slytherin's spirit, especially now after the Master's kiss."