To say February had been an eventful month for Agape Lestrange would have been an understatement to say the least. Kidnapped, transfigured into a phoenix, told to do circus tricks, and finally flying free in the chaos of the public before being transfigured back into the girl she had once been. At first, unrecognizable as her metamorphmagi abilities shuffled her appearance in her panic. Finally able to calm down enough to identify herself to the ministry authorities, it was a process before she was told that her family was to come and fetch her. Now she was sitting in wait, in days old dress, ready for a nice warm bath and then her bed. Really, if she had to answer one more question, she was going to burst into tears again.

Finally she heard her mother's voice echo through the ministry halls. "Mama?" She called out, though not loud enough to sound like a fully awake child. She was tired, after all. Any excitement in her cells were long gone after the unending questions from Ministry officials. This was a matter of investigation after all, one wouldn't expect any less. But she was still a child and burnt out, as anyone in her position would be. She finally saw her mother coming through the doorway and a jolt of energy was just enough to have her up and moving. Disoriented as she was, her mother was a beacon of light to her as Nephele was a storm to any other who dared to get into the Mother Lestrange's way.

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