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The cell of Desdemona Eleanore is dark, dank, and filled with the gloom brought by the Dementors, as well as the depression of Desdemona herself.

Lillian limped over to Desdemona's cell, breathing heavily. She felt like she was going to collapse. The chill from the dementors reached inside her and frosted her heart. She remembered terrible things...her husband leaving...her leaving her daughter...Desdemona torturing her...Desdemona with a knife to her throat...and suddenly she couldn't walk anymore. Her feet felt glued to the floor. She looked around, and there it was just a few steps away...Desde's cell...

She pushed herself onward and reached the cell. Desdemona was curled up in a ball and no longer looked menacing. Lillian stood, swaying slightly, just out of Desdemona's reach from the bars.
"Hello, Desde." She said in a small, quavering voice full of fear. She was already starting to regret her decision...her head was pounding...she felt like she couldn't get any air...

Part of Lillian wanted to cry, another wanted to scream, another wanted to kick Desde, another wanted to leave. Taking a deep breath and trying to steady herself she flicked her wand, and a plate of sandwiches appeared along with a bottle of butterbeer. They were conjured from her home ((Not appeared out of thin air)) and the butterbeer had been from Drago. She put them infront of the cage then backed away a bit, scared that that Desdemona was going to lunge out and attack her. She spoke again in the same small, fearful voice.
"As I recall, you gave me a sandwich in my office. Now I am returning the favor with interest."

Her voice was fearful, but not shaking as badly. She hadn't done anything...and yet she was terrified, her head pounding and memories swimming through her mind.

Lillian watched as Desdemona ate like some wild animal. That must've been how she looked...Desde's blank eyes...was that how mine looked? She thought. She fought the impulse to laugh, then fought back tears as she watched. She felt blood welling in her throat and gave a small cough, letting it stain the sleeve of her robe. She didn't think Desdemona noticed, she was too busy eating.
"Why did you do it Desde?" She asked in a small, feeble voice. "Have you always hated me this much? Did you think you wouldn't get caught? Did you never consider the life in Azkaban you now face?"

Her voice grew quieter and more feeble, but she knew Desdemona could still hear her. Lillian was pale and shaking, much like she had after Desde tortured her.

"So you're willing to do whatever it takes and whatever you want so long as you get your way, even if it involved torturing someone to bend them to your will?" She asked with a small squeak to her voice.
"I didn't know you'd go this far, Desde." She said quietly. A single tear rolled down her cheek and landed on the floor, she wiped her eyes with her blood stained sleeve so none would follow.
"I hate seeing you like this. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy. But if you're willing to torture someone to near death...perhaps it is the place for you." She choked on the last words a bit, blood still rising in her throat. She wasn't quite sure why she was here anymore...blood was thundering in her brain, her head ached and she kept fighting back the mad desire to laugh out loud. She felt the same as she had back in the office, just in her own mind. But all the pain was rushing back to her, everything she and Desde had said... all the torture curses and all the decrees she wrote.

Lillian just stared at Dedemona and felt a pang of pity and sorrow. Lillian knew deep down Desdemona had earned this. She nearly killed Lillian...she had made her bleed and cry with pain...
"If shedding blood is necessary for someone's plan...then that plan is not justified at all." She said slowly and calmly. She dug her nails into the palms of her hands to keep her from laughing, fighting back the giggles now wanting to leap from her mouth. She closed her eyes as well but opened them as Desde said 'sad.'
"It is...isn't it..." She murmmered. She remembered how Desdemona had broken her bones...given her a wooden splint that dug into her skin so she could write...how long ago when Desde and her went to hogwarts together, Lillian had repaired Desde when she had broken her own bones from a fall...Desde gave Lillian one sandwich in days...Lillian gave her a large plate...memories and sadness and pain flooded through her mind until they leaked from her eyes and they were sparkling with unshed tears.

She swallowed and looked at Desde again. "I'm sorry it had to come to this Desdemona...really...I am." She paused for a moment. "I came here because I wanted closure. I wanted to say goodbye I suppose. You...you ruined me for quite some time. And I have to live with the scars and the memory of the pain and that bloody office where I laughed, begging for death, forever. You burdened me with that..." She paused again, a lump swelling in her throat, feeling like she was gagging, she continued.
"But what's done is done. It's over. And I hoped you enjoyed your short moment as headmistress, that it was worth this." She said the last sentence coldly, but still she didn't leave.

Lillian sighed as Desdemona turned around.
"Only if you want me to." She said quietly. She knew Desdemona probably would never have company again. She was trapped just as Lillian had been. What happened to Lillian, she wouldn't wish on her worst enemy...not even the person who had done it. Yet Desdemona did at least get food...she didn't face the torture curse...but her situation was hopeless and bleak, just as Lillian's had been. Lillian turned her face away for a moment and gave a small cough which contained a trace of a high-pitched laugh.

"If you want me to leave I will." She said in a small voice. She looked down at the floor and her hands. Her limbs still had the scars from the dark magic, just as her memory always would...

"Alright. Goodbye Desde. Though the memories that linger aren't pleasant...I'll certianly always remember you."
Unpleasant was certainly an understatement, what happened in her office was hellish. She stood up, legs trembling, and conjured her walker from home. She hobbled out. not looking back. She felt sorry for Desde, sorry that she wanted to be headmistress so much that she was willing to land herself a cell in Azkaban for it.