@mendereIIa “Right, the house elves.” Oh, she was old but her eyes still worked just fine. “Yes, I shall pass on the compliments. They will be most pleased.”
A nod.
“Short but well. Then again, at my age one can only hope for a few hours. How about you?”
@AzkabansQueen ‹ still keen as ever, held something else now — not weakness, but the quiet gravity of someone who had seen far too much and kept standing anyway.
“There are many things you don’t know about me, Miss Lestrange,” she said calmly. “And most of them were earned, not taught.”
@AzkabansQueen ‹ — dry, fleeting, and gone in a breath.
“I once believed discipline was the highest form of strength. Now I know it’s the ability to carry memory without letting it consume you.”
She turned then, finally meeting Beatrix’s eyes across the firelight. Her gaze, ›
@mendereIIa « I had friends like him.”
Again, her gaze shifted to seek out Margaret’s in order to emphasize her point. “Not just colleagues——𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴.”
A small smile.
“There’s much more to these walls than just the infirmary.”
@mendereIIa « she finally hummed, wiseness edged into every syllable, “this castle is vast and old. Its history is just as demanding as its presence.”
Her chin then lifted when the cry of a hippogriff echoed across the sky.
“And I only survived this long with my sanity intact because »