Itching for Bloodshed[Event #1(TAG:open)

((C'mon, Way needs to go jackshit crazy on someone!))

Molly shuffled down to the third floor from the Gryffindor tower. She was still dressed in her pajamas, a huge sweatshirt, much too big for her, a comfy pair of pajama pants, and a pair of socks (no slippers, Molly found slippers useless as long as she wore comfortable socks). She let out a sigh, running her hand through her, surprisingly, down hair. She hadn't even bothered to brush it, which would be why it was sticking up in every which direction.

The only reason she was heading toward the Trophy Room was because she had gotten into a heated argument and then couldn't remember one of the people's names. Finally, in a dramatic huff, she proclaimed that she was going downstairs to check... and here she was, entering the Trophy Room in her pajamas with her hair a mess.

"Okay, where is that one trophy?" Molly mumbled to herself, a bit tired. She had no idea Waycca was even in the room as Molly moved away from the door and around to squint at the names on the plaques on the trophies.

[oh, won't this be interesting~ <3]

((I am suddenly concerned for Molly's safety. I will try to restrain my baby.))

Waycca stepped out of the shadows, lips curved into a sickly sweet smile. "Oh, Molly Moo," she sang, a cackle rising from deep in her chest. She tilted her head to the side as she aimed her wand at the rehead. "Why, dear, shouldn't you be in bed?" Her foot tapped against the stone floor as she pondered what the best spell would be to get this whole lovely business going. "Oh, I know," she murmured to herself, another hysteric giggle slipping out. "Langlock! Petrificus Totalus! Wouldn't want you making a fuss, would I?"

[just don't kill her and everyone will be happy, haha <3]

Molly turned, hearing her name - in a rather sickening voice. She blinked, there stood Waycca with her wand pointed toward her. Her brows furrowed, what was she doing? "Waycca...?" She questioned. There was something definitely wrong with her and Molly was genuinely worried for her friend. "What's-"

Suddenly, Molly's tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth. She couldn't speak and her blue eyes widened in shock and slight fear. What was her best friend doing?! She tried her best to ask what the hell was going on, but it was all just mumbles. Soon, Molly was falling backwards. She was petrified. She couldn't move. Her heart was racing. So many emotions filled her, fear, curiosity, worry, confusion. What the hell is going on?

((Just a little emotional scarring, of course!~ Maybe some physical scars too.))

Waycca couldn't help a gleeful, cruel laugh when she saw the look on Molly's face. "Oh, this is priceless," she hissed, moving to crouch in front of the other girl. "What are the odds that one of my besties would come across me here?" She stood, grinning maliciously down at Molly. "Now, I've got some time to kill and you're not going anywhere, so why not have some fun? Flipendo!"

[yes, of course. physical scars are okay too~
also, I'm about to leave for a party soon. I'll be back on later tonight, I'm sure~ <3]

If Molly could glare right now, she would. Obviously there was something wrong with Waycca. She knew this just wasn't a change in personality kind of thing. Something had gotten to her... or someone and whoever it was would pay dearly. Molly would find them and she would hurt them - not kill, because she wasn't like that, but severely hurt them. This... this was not Waycca. It just wasn't.

Molly's breath got knocked out of her as she was suddenly knocked backwards, hitting some of the trophies. Pain erupted from her back - she would be sore there for sure with a huge bruise... assuming she survived this thing, whatever it was. Though, she had a feeling that Waycca was in there somewhere and that she wouldn't... she wouldn't go that far. Or at least... she hoped not.

((Have fun dear!))

Waycca clapped her hands together gleefully, thrilled with the havoc that was already taking place. "Oh, this is a real treat! Now, if you feel any pain - any at all - you speak up, okay?" she sneered as she paced the room. "Mm...what next, what next? Something special. I mean, it's already been so fun but we should step it up a notch, right?"
She tapped a finger against her chin as if in deep thought. "Ooh, I know one! It'll do wonders for your skin. Furnuculus!"

Waycca was enjoying this. Well, no, it wasn't Waycca. Whatever had come over her was enjoying this. She was cruel and, to be honest, frightening. How could this even happen? What had happened? Who, what, where, when, and why was what was running through Molly's head at the moment.

Molly tried to make an annoyed noise at her sneer, as if she could speak up. Molly's blood when cold when she mentioned stepping it up a notch. Her heart race sky rocketed and she could feel the blood pounding in her ears. When Waycca casted the spell, she let out a loud noise of protest - the furnuclus spell was horrible, though she was glad that it wasn't much worse. All she'd need to do was drink the cure for boils and they'd clear up. She just hoped, prayed that it wouldn't get any worse than this.

Molly stared up at her best friend. There was a hint of pleading, of worry, and the slightest bit of anger. She let out a grunt as Waycca kicked her in the stomach. It had hurt, nothing she hadn't felt before. Playing on the Quidditch team meant occasionally getting hit by bludgers. It all hurt like hell, but Molly was a strong girl and she could handle it.

Moll's eyes widened considerably, probably to the size of dinner plates when Waycca uttered one of the three unforgivable curses. Pain. There was so much pain. Tears poured from her eyes and she screamed as loud as she possibly could. She couldn't see; she was blinded by the horrible pain. Molly's eyes rolled back into her head and her breathing picked up. All she kept thinking was 'Please, please Merlin, let this be over.'

Molly tried to look at Waycca, though it was very hard to see her. Her vision had gone blurry and everything was hard to see. Her body shook, every cell crying out in pain. This was the second time she had come close to death in the past year and she wondered if maybe this would be the last time. With all the pain, she couldn't help but believe that. She took deep breaths, trying to get through the agony. She looked up, toward the ceiling. She closed her eyes. Maybe I'll be with them soon... she thought to herself before feeling the immense pain of numerous trophies coming in contact with her body.

Molly looked up at Waycca, taking ragged breaths. This wasn't her; this wasn't her; this wasn't her. All the same, she think she may just give her a good punch in the face if she ever got out of this. At least, something. Maybe just a slap instead... especially if this was the doing of someone else. Molly's lips formed an 'o' and she was about to tell her to stop when everything went black.

{so, uh, yeah, anyone wanna come find Molly and, I dunno, get her some medical help? >3>
hahaha}