As she actively fought to dull her hurt, a realisation came to her. She hated Kingsley because of what he had forced her to do. She despised him for giving her a false sense of hope, for tricking her into believing she had to do the worst to expect a return to normalcy. But despite her abhorrence, a new thought was brewing: she had a hard time placing him as the one responsible for so much evil. Kingsley had always appeared rather dignified and noble to her, especially during the War. It was no surprise he had been elected Minister. Maybe she was tired from drawing up so much Blood Magic. There was still a lingering fire of resentment she was attempting to extinguish. But the unmistakable urge to just kill Kingsley for revenge was absent. Perhaps she knew there was a greater purpose for her; she had to remain in emotional control for Malfoy’s sake. 