#damocles.1

Why all the dragonpox survivor support groups met in Knockturn was beyond Rose. The place gave her the creeps. Though not nearly as much as the man that had been lurking around outside them, eyeing them all like bugs to dissect. The counselor recommended they not wear any make-up or charm-work to these meetings, and so all of her pox scars were on full display. She felt like a target, or a beacon.

“What’s the matter with you?” She asked, sounding much braver than she felt. “Get your kicks off of other people’s trauma, or something?”