Trappings and Takings

[Sienna London]

Sienna grinned at his outburst, and gleefulling ignored his cries of protests. Images danced in her head at his reaction. "Seventh year, named Allegra or such? I don't think I've seen her before, but I'm sure she looks quite like you. She must have a very beautiful face. It will be divine to skin it and hang it on my wall."

She had clearly acquired the same moral depravity as Aros, and it came from the frustration of stalemate abductions. She was wanting one more kill, just one more. But for now she was to use this as a bargaining tool. Tit for tat. Life for information.

Her grin was growing wider, and despite the words she was saying, her expression still looked quite innocent, like she was excited to have a crup. "Splendid way to start a collection... Don't you think, Andrew?"

[Drew Thornton]

Not knowing what else to do, Drew dropped one shoulder and ran at her, planning to bowl her over and knock the wind out of her if nothing else. The action wouldn't protect his sister, but it would definitely get the woman to shut up for a little so he could try and think.

[Robert Shaw]

Robert side-stepped the charging giant...boy, contradictory words indeed if they could ever be used again. It was better the other two deal with him, they would need to move soon anyway. It wouldn't be long before someone investigated the noise created by the Ravenclaw nuisance. As if his temper wasn't bad enough, his comments, and current actions were enough to make even the most dry wit humored man take a table in Puddifoots by himself and wish whatever may lurk in ti's shadows upon his tortured soul.

In short, it was ticking him off, and his patience was gone. "Mr. Thornton, we followed the event, and it's thereafters very closely. You think we didn't catch the blurbs and sentences that were strewn at random? I want that name Mr. Thornton, and I'm not afraid to hurt you to get it."

[Drew Thornton]

He hadn't really expected to make contact with one of his captors, but had kind of been hoping. He hadn't thought his charge through fully, though and had ended up crashing into the wall with a loud thump. His shoulder would feel that in the morning.

Unless he had other injuries to worry about. "I don't know. I don't know! I DON'T KNOW!" He cried out from the floor, turning to glare at them. "I can't tell you what I don't remember! A lot was going on and it was a long time ago! I don't remember who else was there!" Why the heck were they even bothering with him now, so many months later?

[Robert Shaw]

The boy was persistent in his amnesia, about as persistent as his patience was at leaving him. Robert took the boy by the arm half dragging, half throwing him into the main room, time was surely of the essence. And it was so decided in his mind that it would take far more than physical pain and empty threats to get the boy to crack, to break.

"Mark my words Mr. Thorntom, we'll get that name out of you if it takes me all night, we know more about you than you probably think, probably have even considered..." He paused, knowing full well that all this would do would perhaps be instill another smidgen fo fear into him. "Tell me Mr. Thornton...do you know why the Unforgivables are, unforgivable?" Robert questioned as he slowly walked a distant circle around the boy. No wand, no friends, no support, and quite probably no hope for immediate rescue. These conditionshad to be taking their toll...

[Drew Thornton]

"Don't patronize me!" Drew spat back, glaring at the man. He was getting top grades in Raynor's class and had probably done more outside work for her than any other student in the school. Of course he knew why the Unfogivables were unforgivable.

But he knew what the question was actually implying. If Shaw went so far as to AK him, he'd never get any information. In Drew's mind, that might actually be an easy way out. And the Imperious curse, he hadn't actually practiced fighting it, but thought he could, especially knowing it was coming.

But Crucio? Theoretically, he believed even the extreme pain of that particular curse would never break him enough to sell out a friend, but... that was theory now, wasn't it?

"How can I give you a name if I don't know it?" he argued as his mind raced. Shaw's ramblings had revealed more to him. They needed just one name. Could he give up one friend to protect another? No, that part was out of the question. On top of that, it didn't seem to be a name that the other kidnap victims had been able to give. Why did they think he could then?

[Robert Shaw]

"Patronize you? I'm not here to patronize you, I'm here to interrogate you...of which you are making most difficult." Robert replied, the slightest of chuckles emanating after his voice. He was being highly evasive, which only strengthened Robert's belief that the Ravenclaw knew exactly who they were after. Or, perhaps he really didn't know, but, there was no real fun in pursuing that idea.

"This is your final chance Mr. Thornton, to willing provide us what we wish to know, otherwise, well, lets hope we don't have to go that far...." He was beyond tolerance at this point, perhaps one would call them desperate, but they were not so, they could probably get their name through other means, other informational assets. Yet this way was two things, cruelly fun, and and provided an interesting form of massive panic.

[Drew Thornton]

"What does it matter anyway?" Drew argued, hoping to buy time, though for what, he wasn't sure. There was little chance of escaping now and his efforts towards trying to loosen his bonds were just making his wrists raw. "The murder was ages ago! No one even cares! No one remembers it! Why does it even matter?"

[Sienna London]

"It matters," Sienna interjected. She had taken the backseat as the man seemed to smoothly take over, and she was fine with being the subordinate temporarily. "We cannot allow snags such as this to loosen our objective." With her words carefully chosen, she did stepped around what their objective was. She smiled at him again, and added, "If you decide to comply with our requests, you may very well usher in a glorious era in wizarding history, one no longer oppressed by the fallible forces that restrain the potential of our collective power. Our power of pure magic."

[Robert Shaw]

Respect. Robert had no knowledge of the lineage of his compatriots, though only one was visible. The other, had probably, hopefully gone to check for possible interlopers, intrusion was far from needed. As the woman spoke, Robert glanced back toward the fragmented bathroom. Most of the damage was reparable with simple charms. The more elaborate could, and would, be left as it now resided, as he really saw no point in doing extra work.

"That said Mr. Thornton, the name, if you would be so kind." He stated, eyes seeming to almost glow with impatience. The tohers hadn't taken this long, he was the eldest of the students, and a Prefect, his memory was keen enough to keep him out of severe trouble for the most part. Yes. He knew whoose name they wanted, it would just be painfully difficult to obtain.

[Drew Thornton]

"So the Elevens think that by kidnapping pure-bloods, they're going to stop the oppression?" Drew asked, thinking that was the stupidest logic he had ever heard, but keeping that part of it to himself.

"I don't know any names. It was a long time ago! There were a lot of people! I don't remember!" he insisted. "If the others couldn't give you what you want, why do you think I can? I. Don't. Know!"

[Robert Shaw]

"Wrong answer I'm afraid Mr. Thornton, on both counts--a pity really, I was hoping you would commit your brain to avoid this sort of thing. Perhaps they need to rectify the Ravenclaw House traits after all..." No other words followed his ridicule, no hints of what was to come except for an outstretched wand. Though far less potent through silence, the Unforgiveables were just as succeptable to non-verbal casting as any other spell or incantation, and yet it contained all the uncertainty of just what would be used.

Any means necessary until the needed information was achieved, and it wasn't that the others couldn't give them the name, they simply proved too stubborn...or, just plain worthless. It was bound to be a long night, and he could only hope that someone had cast a silencing ward on the room.

(Consider yourself crucio'd)

[Drew Thornton]

{bummer}

Shaw pulled out his wand and Drew tensed, hoping he was ready for what was cast. Even though he knew it was coming, there was no way he could have imagined the agony that ripped through his body, piercing every muscle, every bone, every cell with unimaginable pain. He collapsed to the floor, nearly blacking out under the torture and it wouldn't be until Shaw let up that he would realize he was screaming.

[Robert Shaw]

Oh how it pained him, how could it not? Even given his ideals, his beliefs, his convictions, Robert had longed to avoid this. All they needed was a name, it was so bloody simple, but the boy had to go and play a mental game of king of the hill. And they had to knock him off his high rise throne, somehow. The pain would cease a moment later, but it would be far from done

"All I asked for was a name Mr. Thornton, that name is all it take for this to all go away. I can make it worse for you, or I can make it better, don't be a fool." It was evil, taunting the boy like he was, chiding like a parent after dealing punishment, it was all unnecessary, after all, what's in a name?

[Sienna London]

Sienna seemed to wink at the man-- a little gesture saying that she would let him handle this-- as walked over to sat crosslegged on the bed. Swinging her leg, she seem to admire the pain coursing the veins of the boy. It was fun to be the person to do the Unforgivable, but it was surprisingly better to watch it. "Everything can be peachy-keen, my dear..." she added in with an innocent grin.