They walked to the living room to meet Kingsley, her beaded bag was black against her side, reflecting the swirling tendrils of self hate and turmoil that drifted around inside. Using magic on her muggle parents was a violation and she knew it. It was that or risk death and she had made the hard choice weeks ago. "Let's go, before my parents try to stop me." She tried to sound jovial, like she had not just sucked every inch of her life from her parents minds. 