"I felt the change," I begin. "I remember having a dream where I blew out the flame inside of me. From that moment I noticed the changes, I don’t call myself weak for what I did. I know it must look like that, begging to him, to be added to the Death Eaters, but I did it for a reason. The thing is, that it did change me, and you are right, now it shows more. I don’t think I fit in anymore, even worse than before. Of course I am angry about what happened, I don’t think that the side effects will stop. I did not expect the anger to cloud my judgement, I really let myself go today, the magic in me took control and I hate it. In potions I did it on purpose, but in the morning, it just happened and that is what I don’t like." 