#event1.5

Isaiah’s disturbance at the murder of Adonis Lestrange and Mathieu Nott was purely selfish; if someone had the gall to murder two young Death Eaters, what would stop them from killing more----and what level of proof did they need before making that decision? And what kind of retaliation could be expected----and who would get caught in the crossfire. As always, thoughts swirled through his head faster than a Patronus, but he had to find his family first and foremost. “Have you seen Bron? Bronwyn Travers? Or maybe Ruben?” His eyes also searched for a familiar head of strawberry blonde hair, but to no avail.

“How long does it take to sweep a fucking castle-----we have magic! Let me out, now.”

“What the  f u c k  did you just say?” Valeria snarled, moving forward and forcefully pushing the idiot who’d spoken ill of the dead into the wall. She’d never been one to care about making a scene, and Adonis had been her friend; Mathieu was Olivia’s brother, and----Jesus-----it could’ve been Jac, or Kat, or Lloyd. Rage and fear boiled over and----without waiting for a response----she took a page from her brother’s book and started swinging, “Keep his name out of your fucking MOUTH, you---”