Interrogation (Part 1 - Theory)

Marilyn fought down a smile as she entered the classroom, looking as professional as possible given that she was rather excited to finally attend her favorite Professors class. It was no secret that Prof. Clement was pretty much exactly the type of Auror she aspired to be and personality-wise she wasn't far off. But the woman knew that she'd have to continue training and studying long and hard to get closer to her goals.

That in mind she entered and walked up to the front, nodding and giving him a small, polite smile as she walked up to the front row and took her seat with a "Hello, Sir."
Then taking her script of the lecture notes and scanning them as she waited for the lesson to start. A good skill to hone, scanning, to save time.

Scarlett was loving university life. She enjoyed the freedom of being an adult, and preferred it over school life by a lot. She had woken up early this day, and gotten ready, fresh for the beginning of her new course. She made her way to the university, grabbing some toast on the way out, and finishing it outside the classroom before she entered "Morning sir," she greeted as she walked over to her desk. Seeing the notes already there, she sat down and began to read through them.

Unseen University was definitely a new experience, and not one that really made him want to slack off. He was scared, scared of losing his scholarship, scared of being thrown out, all these things that never mattered ever in his life before. Also there was Rhian, his only cheerleader who loved him and really wanted him to do well. He felt this pride knowing that his girlfriend was telling people she was dating a university man.

Chuckling, he pushed the door open and popped his head in to see that there were people already there. Walking in, he noticed that the professor had this aura about him too, commanding based on his posture. He knew a hardass when he saw it. Sitting in the back, he took out his notebook and pen and began to copy it al down in case they would disappear before his eyes.

Aaron was just so glad that he wasn't late for Clements class, he didn't want to keep being late for classes because that was bad on his part and he'd never be an Auror if this kept happening to him. The old Salem/Hogwarts boy walked in and took a seat, he knew that Interrogation was really important so he needed to give 110% to all of his classes so he could succeed in this career.

Ben walked through the halls, taking in the sights and sounds of the castle. It was different from Hogwarts, that was certain. In the other school, it was easy to tell who you were talking to. First years were tiny, scared little things, while some seventh years, like him, towered over a few of the professors. Here, though, it was harder. He'd already had class with a few people he recognized, some past classmates, but others had been quite a bit older. It was all rather...strange.

Arriving at the next class, he was glad to see he was on time, if not the first. He recognized his classmates now, since they were all in the same program. His old urge to take the front of the class was pushed aside as he saw his roommate near the back. Ben was never one for sentiment, aside from one specific witch. But if he were, Conner would be somewhere on his radar. He and the other boy had been work partners since year one, and he was the closest thing Ben had to a friend.

Taking the next desk in the back, he set down his bag, pulling out a blank pad of paper just in case. He could probably take notes on the outline in front of him, but that was all a bit messy, in the end. No, he'd rather keep things separate. Organized.

Marilyn set the notes down when the door shut, turning her attention to her professor as he began with a warning to some that had her inwardly wince, knowing Clement was strict, but he really knew what he was doing. Hearing that the content would be tested Mari mentally scheduled another study session to her weekly plan, just to be sure she got it really right.

As he posed the question the witch took a moment to form a coherant answer. Of the members of the class Marilyn knew that she very likely one of the ones with the most practical experience in the area of interrogation. Of being interrogated. And rather than be drowned in memories she detatched herself from them and tried to extract the facts from her captivity and what she'd learned from her grandmother.

Standing she looked Clement in the eye calmly and spoke, "A common method of interrogation is torture, Sir. Both muggle and magical and ranging from pyschological to physical. Intended to put the target in a stressed state to the point where they give answers just to make it stop. Magical methods include but are not limited to the use of unforgivables; the cruciatis curse is most popular, or the use of sense stimulating hexes and sense eradicating hexes that respectivly overstimulate the target or cause them to panic from lack of sensory feedback. Common muggle methods, for example, would be knives," her scarred shoulder tensed ever so slightly,

"...gun play or hand-to-hand violence. It is not uncommon to see a mixture of the two classes, such as cursed blades or magically controlled whips. Sometimes simply the threat of any is enough to make the target break." A, to her, sick twinge of pride pricked her consciousness. She'd withstood all of that. She'd survived. The cost had been immeasurable. But she'd done it. With that she nodded and sat down, voice steady through her answer, but her shoulder remained tense throughout the process, scarred face expressionless.

As Clement began to talk, and introduce the class, Scarlett set her notes back on the table and paid her full attention to the man. He posed the question, and she waited while Mari answered. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of odd sympathy for the girl. Although she had kept her composure well, her voice steady, Scar could sense a certain odd objectivity, and a rigid stance as Mari spoke.

Once Mari had finished speaking and had sat back down, Scar stood up to give her own answer. "Legilimency may be another, less cruel way of interrogation." she said "It would allow information to be extracted quite easily, and relatively valid, assuming the person either isn't expecting it, or isn't trained in occlumency.If they are, it is a lot more difficult though, as they might be resistant, or there is a possibility of tampering with their own memories," she stated. And with that, she sat back down in her seat.

At her Professors affirmation and allowance to sit down Marilyn nodded and complied, nodding ever so subtly at Jake's reassurance. Taking a deep breath, taking in the calming smell of mint beside her. A small way to remember that she was safe; something that, despite trusting Clement, Scarlett and Jake, was sometimes difficult to remember. A side effect, so to say, of her time in captivity.

Mentally shaking herself to not dwell like that she forced her attention back to Jake who was now adding another method. Veritaserum. Luckily, well contextually lucky, Marilyn had not been subjected to the potion in her time in Guantanamo. Most of her time there had been focused on torture. But not just for information, perhaps in the beginning that had been a factor, when they'd bound her to jagged rock walls with magic and tried to extract information on the schools from her, to no avail she was proud to say, Mari had withstood interrogation to the point of frequently passing out. But she was only one of many, they'd gotten what they'd wanted from others.

Then the torture became something of a passtime to the Widows that stood guard, growing bored and restless with their stay on the desparing island and for them what could be a better passtime than listening to the screams of their prisoners. Marilyn was certain she could no longer remember all the methods of torture inflicted upon her, but for the sake of the class and moving on she tried. There had been few legilimens amongst the widows there and emptying your mind was easy when you thought you had nothing to lose...

Ways of combatting interrogation...how did she do it? She was in isolation in a darkened cell where she couldn't even tell the days apart...she'd been so empty inside... Sometimes she wondered if this was even all real, if she was still in a cell. But she wasn't, Marilyn was here, safe, in class.

Standing again, eyes unseeingly staring at the board, "Escaping is an obvious way of evading or combatting interrogation, though in many or most situations it will be difficult or near impossible so one shouldn't rely on it. When being interrogated, no matter how, it's usually in a ways that puts you in a situation that makes you want to do anything to get out of it. So to resist it you need something to hold onto in your mind that's more important than the personal need to get out."   Marilyn, in the face of death and desparation had found her hold in something her captors had unknowingly given her. The children that had been tortured and killed around her. She would do anything to minimize the number of children who'd endure that, so she refused to give any information that would lead to their further demise, at all cost.