On a wave of mutilation
Thursday, January 11 • Afternoon
The cage was ready to spring open, now to make ready its contents. The loathsome, debased creature inside needed assistance.
It was the burden of the pure-bloods that she shouldered. The responsibility to craft a better world.
Bellatrix entered the restaurant with an imperial air and instructed the hostess to fetch Miss Greengrass.
"Do not make me wait long, child."