badfic_manor | "you played me into the memory of all your pain" ✖ video + action ✖ foredated to tomorrow

[no. your eyes are not playing tricks on you.]

[right there, smack dab in the middle of the entry hall to the manner is a small bundle of green sweatshirt and a light purple skirt. she's got on knee high stockings of the childish patterned variety, and shiny brown leather shoes.]

[and although the child is rather cute herself, there's nothing adorable or endearing about the earwrenching scream she just let out, nor is her face - slightly pudgy but in a babyfat sort of way children under the age of ten are allowed - anywhere near as cute as it normally is, not when her cheeks have been stained a ruddy red by the numerous tears she's seemed to be able to shed since she just found herself here.]

[and yes. upon closer inspection, you MAY realize it's a childish version of Minatsuki Takami. or you may just be haunted by the fact that her big brown eyes are slightly familiar. it's not exactly like either she nor Yoh carries around pictures of what they looked like when they were little and, in fact, most of them were burned.]

[but really. don't think about baby pictures, milk carton missing posters, or children's beauty pagents, especially when she pitches her head back and all but screams: ]

I WANT MY MOMMY! I WANT HER NOW! SOMEONE FIND ME MY MOOOOOOMMY!

[before returning to her tantrum]

[ooc: okay. Mina's seven. pre earthquake. she won't remember anyone she talks to, even Yoh until he can convince her that he's her big brother. she will, however, remember everything when she is her original age again. but until then, enjoy the cuteness that comes with her lot!]

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small>[she looks perplexed.]

I am being quiet, mister. I didn't say anything until right now.

You were humming. When I said quiet I meant quiet.

Oh. [she holds her own free hand to her mouth, a finger extended and whispering 'shhhhh'. before nodding.]

Okay, Mister. But...what's your name? [swingswing, I'm swinging on your arm, misteeeeeer~]

Professor Snape.

[He's not in the school, but he'll use his title anyway. He doesn't feel like learning the girl's name.]

Are you a teacher~?

Yes. Elsewhere.

[And he's got essays to grade =/]

Oh. What do you teach?

I'm seven, so I'm in the second grade. Are you a second grade teacher, or do you teach a big boy and girl school?

[So full of questions. Like any child her age would be, should be.

He doesn't want to tell her everything. She's not a witch, so she shouldn't know.]

A school for older children, though no more mature, it seems.

Are you a nice teacher or a mean teacher?

[...what sort of question is that?]

I'm the sort of teacher who makes sure his students learn.

[a childish one.]

Oh. So you're a good teacher?

[He huffs.]

Yes.

Now, quiet.

Oh, okay.

[she nods and presses her lips together tightly and she's quiet - not humming or anything - but swinging happily along along on his arm, pulling a little hard.]

[Well, at least she's quiet. He lets her pull on his arm, at least for a little. Then he straightens his arm to stop her from swinging.]

[she stumbled, and whimpered as she almost face planted, but due to her harsh grasp on his hand she didn't fall.]

[He jerked her back upright to a standing position and exhaled through his nose in frustration.]

Owwie.

[but other than that, she's quiet.]

[As long as she stays quiet...

The more he looks, the more he recognizes his surroundings. He's been here before, once, when he was still a student at Hogwarts.

And the girl...

Her.]

[yes. that girl.]

[but that little girl, she's just humming quietly again and looking at the wall, pointing dramatically at each picture frame and counting then quietly in her head.]

[How much different she is now...innocent. Hardly a hint of the violent brat she'll become.

Some other time, Snape might have used this moment for vengeance, but she's just a little girl. That wouldn't be right, would it?

Meh.]

[oblivious to the thoughts going through his was, she continues to count. until she gets bored.]

[Mina tugs on Snape's hand.] Where are we going?

[Realizing who he's with now, the little patience he had for her is even thinner.]

I don't know. There's no way out of here, as I remember.

[So, then where's he going? Why?]

We could go find -

[her stomach rumbles. almost comically, and very audibly.]

...Food.

[At least it's something to do. Something to take his mind off the fact that he's stuck in this wretched place again.]

Fine.

[He steers them in the direction he remembers the kitchen being in.]

Mister, can I have ice cream even if I haven't had any dinner yet? Please~?

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