It wasn't until after we talked about the new possible rules and had a few snacks ourselves that I couldn't help but feeling like essere del gato. Elliott and I were hanging around outside the homestead waiting for the meeting to finish up. Thatch and Newt were in the meeting as well.
Marlene McKinnon, taken by Rita Skeeter (and later stolen back with many other photographs and documents by James Potter) 1979. Death Eaters swarmed the muggle bar she’d just left, and Marlene stopped. She scowled vengefully and slowly took her wand out her pocket. She was going to kill one of those bastards today, and nothing would stop her.