Dec 12, 2018
@stillstarlight
She stared at the face of her traitorous son. The rotten apple on the painted tree. Her eyes were narrowed with hatred but they were full of tears. Her wand was on her left side, almost covered with her black hem. The house was quiet, they had take Regulus to the station this morning and hoped that he would have a nice trip and marvelous start of a new school year.
The smell of wood and paint burning filled up the whole house, it took a good grip from the curtains and corners of walls so it would be there at least couple of weeks. Walburga didn’t care while she stared at the sparks eating Sirius’ face off piece by piece.