Sweet Charity, Part 8: War
Charity: Sheba!
Bathsheba: I should have at least one tattoo.
Charity: So you chose to put them on your face?
Bathsheba: They're for protection.
Charity: Hopefully nothing that rhymes with witch.
Bathsheba: --is showing me how best to protect myself.
Bathsheba: At this moment? I haven't a clue; you've conquered me.
Bathsheba: Much too late.
Bathsheba: Absolutely terrible. The worst sort of thief. You stole away my heart before I even remembered I had a heart to steal.
Charity: Bathshebawillyoumarryme?
Bathsheba: I told you--you're the worst sort of thief.
Charity: If I already have your heart, I had to steal something else
One year later…
Bathsheba: if I find you have stolen my heart from me, be assured I will not rest until I have yours from you. I will eat it in front of your master–
It was as her mother had promised.
War arrived at Hogwarts and demanded that old cost.
~fin~