Ashley drew in a sharp breath as her vision turned red, her hand twitching for her wand. She was mentally listing every single painful curse she knew, Moko hissing in accordance to the anger slowly unleashing her dark side. Wasn’t there Black blood within the Potters? Because Ashley felt it in that moment, the infamous Black madness her godfather and soul-bonded possessed, it was in the process of consuming her. Her eyes glowed like the Dark Lord’s favorite spell (aside from the Cruciatus) as her magic dangerously sparked around her. She had half a mind to rip the cloak off and confront Alexandra right then and there. As if sensing her emotions (though, maybe they did), the twins each put a hand on her lower back, silently telling her to use their touch as comfort.