Chapter 65: Madness, Chaos, and Silence (2/2)
The thing was that the splash of red was present on Quinn's nape from the second Luna told him about what happened to her. It only deepened in color with time, and Quinn only hid the anger because Luna didn't need anger but comfort from him.
”Maximum suffering,” Quinn spoke in the empty common room.
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The next few days, Quinn stalked the group of three seventh-year Ravenclaw girls.
From his observations, the three girls were high up in the Ravenclaw social hierarchy. The three were below average on the Ravenclaw exam grading scale, which meant they were above average in the Hogwarts exam grading scale.
Two of them had boyfriends, third had broken up with her's two months ago. Not a useful piece of information. But information nevertheless.
What Quinn did in the few days was to find their daily routine. Find their usual routes, timings, people they sit and stand with. When they were in the common room. Places they went to in their free time.
He found things that would help him track them. This time around, Quinn didn't call in his favors to get some blackmail material because he wasn't looking to blackmail the girls. He was going to hurt them they did to Luna.
Tit-for-Tat was the theme.
When Quinn thought that he had enough information and familiarity with their daily routine, he decided to strike.
On the day he was planning to execute the plan, he went down inside his suitcase and retrieved an object that he would use against them.
Quinn looked at the thing in his hand and smiled,
”Maximum suffering.”
He pocketed the thing and moved out. After spending the school day attending classes, he was finally free. So were the three girls.
It was a Friday, and on Fridays, these three girls would go to one of the many secluded in Hogwarts with a bottle of Fire-whiskey and drink the fire-inducing booze, alone away from the eyes of anyone who could get them in trouble.
Quinn chose this moment because the area they drank was secluded, and no one would be there to see Quinn or the girls. He could work without any witnesses, so no danger of him getting into trouble.
The girls arrived in the secluded place full of boulders.
Quinn waited behind an enormous boulder till they were settled down, and he was sure no one else was joining them.
With his eyes on the girls, Quinn's hand went into his robes, and when it came out, he was holding something.
He lifted his hand and pointed at the girls. His face had a savage grin on it.
But then something happened, something clicked in Quinn's mind.
Quinn looked at the object in his raised hand and stared at it.
'...What?' he thought.
In his hand was the thing that he hadn't touched for more than two-and-half years, close to three years. He had not looked at it for the same amount of time.
And, the last time he was near it was before the school year started, but other than that, Quinn had no contact with the object.
So, imagine his surprise when he found the object in his hand that he wasn't willing to touch other than the situation where things were on the level of FUBAR.
This situation was nowhere near the level of FUBAR, but Quinn still had it in his hand.
This told him one thing. Just having the object in his hand eliminated all other possibilities and left one single possibility.
Which was... that something was wrong with him.
Why did he come to this conclusion? It was because Quinn was pointing a wand at the girls. Not his fake wand that he made before his first year. The wand in his hand was the real deal.
The wand in his hand was an Ollivander piece. Made from the wood of an Acacia tree. With a phoenix's feather as the core. Fourteen inches and rigid flexibility.
It was indeed like the calm before the storm.
Quinn stayed still for a moment. In that stillness, a clarity befell upon Quinn. A clarity that felt strange to Quinn because he hadn't felt like this in months. It was like something clogging the back of his head was cleaned, and all motors were running smoothly again.
Instinctively Quinn dove into his mind, and the first memory that popped into his mind was when he dropped unconscious in the second vault. From there on out, Quinn introspected the entire school term, and it finally became clear what he had done.
All the things he did, which he would usually steer clear of. His attitude towards things, slight changes in his personality, and substantially lowered inhibitions.
Time passed as Quinn stood in his hiding spot. It was like a Basilisk had petrified him as three girls he was going to target drank the booze, had a fun time, and left the place.
Finally, Quinn reached the part where he obliviated into forgetting everything about his identity, and now, as he looked at the real wand in his hand, Quinn's heart started to beat quicker.
”What have I done?” Quinn's tone was grave and remorseful. ”What was I going to do with those girls.”
There was a clear sound of glass shattering in Quinn's mind. The sudden sound startled him, and he turned towards his back. And while there was no one behind him, Quinn's magic moved on its own and froze the rocks behind him.
”Huh?”
He didn't mean to use ice magic to freeze the rocks. It just happened on its own. Then Quinn heard the sound of sizzling behind him, and turning, he saw that half a boulder had been turned into dust.
”W-What?”
Suddenly, Quinn's hands felt hot, and when he looked down, he saw veins of blood magic on his forearm.
At this point, Quinn was experiencing a full-blown panic attack, and with those erratic feelings, the magic around started to become more and more unstable.
More and more of the area froze and melted at the same time. Rocks transfigured and transmuted before everything turned into dust or exploded. Lacerations and deep gashes made from destructive and dark magic appeared on the rocks and boulders around him.
With labored breathing and sweating from all over Quinn's body, he looked around as his vision blurred and his ears buzzed.
”S-St-op,” Broken words came out of Quinn's mouth as he clutched his head and attempted to stop his magic from lashing out without his will.
It took a while, but the magic stopped, leaving the horrid destruction around him. But, the trouble wasn't over as Quinn stood up on his feet and immediately ran inside the castle.
He was holding magic, but he was hanging on a thread, and the magic, was pushing against his control, rampaging his body, threatening to break out.
Quinn somehow got to the seventh floor. His entire journey to the seventh floor had been rough as some of his magic had leaked out, leaving patches of magical damage in his path.
'A strong room... a strong room... a strong room.'
Quinn desperately thought about wanting a strong room as he paced up and down to activate the Room of Requirement.
When the door finally appeared, Quinn directly ran into the door, opening it with his body. He stumbled into the Room of Requirements, falling within a few unstable steps.
”Aaaaaaaah!” A scream pierced the room as Quinn finally couldn't stop the bubbling magic inside him, and instantly, the surrounding room shook.
Whips of fire, layers of ice, streaks of lightning, quaking floor, lacerations, and cracks appeared along the walls and floor. The room descended into pandemonium as Quinn's magic wreak chaos in the room while the Room of Requirement fixed the damages continuously.
After an unknown period, Quinn gained some semblance of control. Quinn once again tried to stop his magic, which wasn't following his will and order, but nothing worked. It lashed out without his lead.
Quinn had no control over his rampaging magic. Any effort to direct his magic was met with failure.
The rapid expulsion of magic started to hurt his body as Quinn felt like his veins were on fire. In that desperate time, an idea struck him, and he reached into his mind.
He used the emotional aspect of occlumency to reach out to all his turbulent emotions, and at that moment, he cut all his connections to his emotions.
He disconnected his emotions from his body, and instantly his face went blank.
Next went the emotional connection to his mind, and everything he was feeling become distant and like a buzzing in his mind, annoying but manageable.
Finally, Quinn cut the emotional connection to his magic. His wandless focus ability heavily depended on emotions and his will to perform magic. The lack of magical focus made Quinn's emotions and will crucial to his ability to cast magic.
Now, without a single ounce of emotional connection from Quinn, the magic stopped. The room went silent as Quinn sat on his knees, his hands hanging loosely to his sides.
There was not an expression on his face or a look in his eyes.
He opened his mouth, and words came out in a monotone.
”I screwed up. I need help.”
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Blue - S L O T H <-- > A C E D I A
Pink - L U S T <-- > L U X U R I A
Red - W R A T H <-- > I R A
Yellow - G R E E D <-- > A V A R I T I A
Violet - P R I D E <-- > S U P E R B I A
Green - E N V Y <-- > I N V I D I A
Orange - G L U T T O N Y <--> G U L A
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Quinn West - MC - !!FUBAR!!
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