You’ll regret this. The ballerina’s expression darkened and she let out a hollow, derisive laugh. The sentiment stung, but anger was louder than anguish. “Trust that I regret everything already,” she spat out before she could think better of it. As much as she liked her time with Oz, she now resented every moment. Clearly, he was like the rest. Sophia came into this relationship knowing that of him already, but somewhere along the way she forgot herself. And now she was here again – alone, because she could not tolerate more death...

She demanded him leave and he graciously obliged; she didn’t want to scream for help or apparate out in half-dress but she would, if he dared. Instead he seemed to think he had a figment of hope or prayer! He must be delusional to think she’d write to him! “Do me the favor of holding your breath while you await my notice,” she snapped back, and punctuated her sentiment with a brusque wave of her hand that slammed the door behind him.

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