TOXIC LITTLE BITCH. (DM)

Thirty Seven⚠️

Effie's success only meant one thing— it was time for a celebration.

After dinner the Dark Lord insisted on having a party and inviting even more of his friends over to meet his newest recruit.

It was as though she had just suddenly become an adult in the small space of two seconds, people were handing her drinks from every direction and as much as she was absolutely loving it, she had one very important thing to do before she could fully let go and enjoy her night.

She scanned the room, catching the fiery red head of her mother, the very person she was looking for.

Downing the last of her fire whiskey for a bit of Dutch courage she strutted towards the woman with confidence, her mother looked up at her in shock, as if she couldn't believe the girl was even standing in the same breathing space as her.

"Can we talk?" Was all Effie could get out right now, not fully knowing how to approach her mother after almost a month of not speaking.

"Of course we can darling." She replied enthusiastically, shuffling over to make room for Effie on the couch she was sitting on.

"Not here— outside?" She asked, but it was more of a statement considering she already turned to head for the door, her mother followed frantically.

When they reached the garden, they sat down on the same bench they sat on when Effie first gave her mother a chance, before her world was flipped upside down.

Effie pulled out a packet of open cigarettes that she'd got back at Hogsmead a while ago, taking one from the packet before holding it out and offering her mother one.

"Elizabeth!" Her mother snapped in shock. "Since when did you smoke? Your only seventeen—"

"Only sometimes— come on, you can't act all high and mighty about a cigarette, when you'd let your own daughter become a death eater. Can you?" She chuckled with the cigarette still between her lips, not realising how harsh she had sounded.

Rosalie realising how true the statement the girl just made was, nervously laughed along and accepted one from the packet.

"I suppose your right— don't really have a leg to stand on do I?" She shrugged, looking down at the ground.

Effie could tell that her mother felt bad, and that she desperately wanted to regain their relationship, and so did Effie, tonight was a start.

"Look I'm sorry that I've not spoken to you, but hurt me— again." Effie explained before taking a puff of her cigarette.

"I know I did Effie. I just couldn't tell you." Rosalie admitted. "I knew you would never agree to this. Just like I didn't when I first became a death eater—"

"What— you didn't choose this?" Effie interrupted, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Of course I didn't. I was the same as you, had heard all the stories— horrible stories. But after it happened, I got used to it, and then when I got used to it, I started to enjoy this life. I knew you would be the same, because your just like me Effie, you just needed some time." She explained to her daughter. "I'm so sorry that it happened the way it happened, I just needed to know you were always going to be on my side." Tears we're now falling from her eyes.

"I would have been on your side anyway. I just wish you would have told me—"

"I just thought you would have run away, I know that's what I would have done if I was your age again." Her mother butted in, still trying to stop herself from crying.

"Maybe your right, maybe I would have. I don't know." She shook her head in confusion. "All I know is, your right— I'm starting to enjoy it, but I know one thing that would make life a lot better, was if I had a relationship with my mother. How am I supposed to forgive you if we don't speak?" Effie replied, keeping her poker face but she so desperately wanted to burst out in tears inside.