The helplessness and crushing despair I felt from her when she was informed she was sold of to the Lestranges turned my stomach. She fought tooth and nail against the contract but when her mother found her bleeding out on her bedroom floor that was the end of her autonomy. With a combined marriage contract and blood ritual she was essentially locked in her own mind. A puppet only fit to follow commands the only agency she had was how they were carried out. If she was told to fight she could pick the spells but she couldn't refuse. Watching someone having their freedom robbed of them so thoroughly mad my blood boil for her. the word please echoes in my mind as I exit her mind and upon returning I found her struggling against the body bind and screaming explicatives into the silencing charm, but her eyes told a different story. They told a story of despair and guilt and loss and after perusing her memories the difference from the bright and happy young girl to the woman with no light left in her eyes brought me to tears as I knew what she was asking of me. I reach into my bottomless bag and pull out a vial full with a potion. I force open her mouth and force her to swallow 5 times the maximum dosage of the draught of living death and release my spells.