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Detention, Depths of the Castle, Friday

So, one of the important things to realize about detention was that the monotony of everyone's daily lives was part of the punishment. That meant that even though someone had died yesterday, the day's schedule didn't change a bit.

After all, most of your little lives just weren't that important in the grand scheme of things.

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"Momoko?" What a weird day for seeing old friends. Kennedy starting to shake off the magic, Karla with her news, and now... In spite of two years of time to curse Momoko, and forgive Momoko, and cry about Momoko, the first words out of her mouth were still: "Tell me that's not your blood."

Momoko's eyes were wide and confusion written all over her face as she looked around.

"This is Detention. It really is bad... I didn't know." Her head was hurting again, not as bad as before, different. Like it was trying to split open.

And she had thoughts in her mind that she didn't understand. Memories she didn't remember.

"I thought it was right. It was supposed to be okay." She got as close to her old friend as Dinah would allow. "Dinah? Things aren't okay?"

That shocked a bark of laughter out of Dinah before she slapped a hand over her mouth, and bit her palm to keep hysteria at bay. She wanted to lash out. She deserved that. But... "Yeah. It is." She moved aside so Momoko could see the ice-prism, through which Bobby and Sookie's body could just be seen. "Momoko. Tell me what's happened," Dinah said, keeping her voice level with an effort. "You turned me in. You never visited before. Why are you here?"

Momoko took that in. Took in everything. Detention had always been, well, detention. Someplace that people were put when they were a danger to themselves or others. Detention helped; it was good.

But then, images went through Momoko's mind and she clutched a hand to her head. Not images. Memories.

"I can't think right. I keep remembering things that I don't remember. And people. And... And..." She gulped, hard, and staggered slightly. "And Priestly..."

Dinah leaned close, the resentment and betrayal swept away by hope and fear. "Momoko. You were my best friend. I know you didn't have a choice." She reached out, kept her voice soothing. "What happened to Priestly?"

Momoko and Priestly had just started shyly, carefully to date, when Momoko turned Dinah in. Did she turn in Priestly too? No no no let him not be Imperio'd, let them not be torturing him....

Edited 2012-07-28 03:55 (UTC)

"He, he wanted to leave. We were going to see the cherry blossoms. I was going to go! I wanted to, I did! I wanted to tell him I loved him. He kissed me."

Momoko grabbed Dinah's outreached hand tight, needing that human contact ever so much.

Dinah clenched her fingers around Momoko's, starting to send, Listen to me--

And then it all hit her, the flowers the kiss the hope and then Priestly falling and the blood and arrows trying to tell her something and Momoko trying to get him to wake up

--Dinah fell to her knees, choking. "Oh God. Ohgodohgodohgod..."

"Dinah?!" Momoko knelt fast. "Please no more... No one else... Dinah?"

Dinah didn't let go of her hand, even though her fingers loosened, and the howling became internal as she sobbed. Kennedy said he was safe! That you were safe, that Jaime was safe! Karla came in and -- She cut that thought off fast. I'm sorry oh God Momoko I hate Umbitch so much for this, I hate what she did to you, I missed you and now you're here and it's because of this...

Momoko couldn't quite catch all of that, the strangeness in her head was weighing her down, still.

"We were okay. We were!" She was crying again. That deep bone hurting kind of crying. "I don't know what happened, Dinah. I don't. I remember but then things get twisted and I can't follow it and nothing is like I thought and things were supposed to be okay."

Love love love rang through her head like a church bell trying to clear away a storm.

"Priestly was murdered!" Dinah yelled, then gulped for breath. "I'm sorry, it's just, I know your head was messed with, but this is too important to let it go--"

And she sent the whole thing back to Momoko, exactly the way it had slipped out to Dinah, so Momoko could see it again. You loved him, love him, that has to be stronger than any stupid spell!

Edited 2012-07-28 04:43 (UTC)

Momoko pulled back as soon as she could, scurrying away and pressing the palms of her hands against her eyes. "No. No. Not again. I don't want it!" She couldn't BREATHE, now.

"Dinah?" she finally had breath enough to gasp. "What spell?"

Dinah inhaled, gulped, then leaned forward, still reaching for Momoko. "The Imperio," she said raggedly. "Do as she says. Do what Umbridge wants. Obey the rules. That one. Because the Momoko I knew-- she'd never leave me in jail. She'd never, ever let people get hurt." Her voice broke. "She's a hero."

"A spell? I have... a spell?" And there was more pain in her head than anything else, now. She shook lightly. "I can't... Dinah. I don't know what to do. I don't. It all hurts and I can't REMEMBER right."

"Oh, hon..." Dinah closed her eyes, cursing herself for not protecting Momoko better two years ago, for not figuring out a way to keep her from being Imperio'd. Then sobbed again, remembering that Priestly was gone gone gone and she couldn't even get his girlfriend to accept a hug. "If you can't remember anything else-- remember Priestly, okay? That you love him. And he's dead." Cruel. Necessary. But maybe it would get Momoko free. And he deserved to be remembered.

Edited 2012-07-28 05:20 (UTC)

"I did. I do." She pressed harder against her eyes, trying to stop the images crashing around in her brain. Or the headache that was bouncing around after them. "He loved me too, right?" That wasn't the spell? Please say that was real, Dinah.

"I... I remember. We were going to go away. Tokyo in cherry blossom season. And he called me. Every night. Even if we'd just been together for dinner. He'd call to say goodnight. He was going to cook our picnic. He promised. It was real. That was real, right?"

"Yes," Dinah whispered. "He liked you for ages before he got the nerve to even talk to you." She remembered this. Way before the spell. "He kissed you because he loved you. The spell didn't do anything to him. Or make him love you, or you love him. That was real." The look on his face in Momoko's fragmented memories... Dinah started crying again, too damn tired not to.

Edited 2012-07-28 05:54 (UTC)

Momoko couldn't take it anymore. Despite everything in her screaming against it, she crawled back to Dinah. She didn't want to relive... THAT again, but she desperately desperately needed to be held.

Any other day, Dinah might've held onto her anger, might have let her frustration rule her. But not today. One more day, and Priestly and Momoko could have been together. And she couldn't tell Momoko that.

She hugged Momoko as hard as she could, rocking her. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I missed you. I missed him. I wanted you to be happy together.

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