#waxley

Wanweird - An unhappy fate. 

Mrs. Wilkes’ body fell like a puppet. 

She wasn’t going to parade around the manor any longer, during Christmas parties or afternoon teas. The life hadn’t abandoned her completely, though. She had made sure of that. With her wand still gripped firmly, she whispered the word one more time and her mother started to contort in pain. Tough little thing, she thought. Now she knew where she got it from. It was only until Olivia Wilkes became unconscious and started looking like a corpse, that Sophia snapped out of her trance and realised what she had done. How far she had gone this time. 

She had always been afraid of her own mind, of the fire that threatened to consume her from the inside and this time her fears had turned into a reality. Control had been lost completely. Mrs. Wilkes was a respected member of society and she herself was just starting to escalate. Her reputation was and had always been questionable and she didn’t even have her Dark Mark yet. No one could find out about this, otherwise it was going to be her ruin. 

Desperation started to get to her. She couldn’t ask her cousin for help, they were family, there was no way she could drag him into it. Her mind went to Rabastan, as always. And she realised she had signed a death sentence for them. 

She had once told him that she was going to be in love with him forever, and now it was her turn to fulfil that implicit promise. She needed to love him enough to let him go. To allow him to live his life without constant fear and danger. She had to love him enough to set him free. 

So she did the only thing she knew how to do, went to the only place she knew how to go, to the only person who was sadistic enough to change one life for a another. The letter flew quickly and before she knew it, he was there in front of her; looking down at the unconscious body with his characteristic smirk. 

He’s head over heels for a married woman who’s a) married to someone who looks like an angel but is probably a complete psychopath and b) who has slept with every single man in two countries and probably more. I wouldn’t say he has a death wish, I would say he’s plain dumb. Too bad. He has such a nice face. I guess perfection is really a fantasy. Myself aside, of course. 

Being married isn’t enough to keep Sophia Wilkes’ paws off anyone. Is there anyone in England and France she hasn’t slept with? If it is, then they need some kind of award! I’m not that worried about what Andrew Yaxley would say, but what will Pamela Shafiq think when she realises what kind of family she wants to be part of. No incest, no Wilkes.