Hushed voices filled the crowded halls of Hogwarts as curious students read the threat that was written messily with a dark red substance. Blood, they all knew. Ashley was amongst them, surrounded by her fellow Marauders. None dared to utter a single word, but for the sake of their act, they shared faux worried glances. In the corner of her eyes, Ashley could see Dumbledore just a few ways from where she stood. His gaze was pinned on the illustration above the words, one only few would recognize as the Deathly Hollows symbol. He almost seemed calm, albeit a little tense, but he wasn’t. The anger and trepidation in his eyes betrayed him and Ashley relished in the fact that she had been the one to cause this.