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chapter fifty-seven. (the wickedness of wizards )
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KATIE BELL WAS MOVED TO ST. MUNGO'S following her unexpected attack the previous days, as Madam Pomfrey's expertise in healing was not as extensive as those that worked at St. Mungo's. By the time this had happened, the news that she had been cursed had spread all over the school, though the details were confused and nobody other than Ascella, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Leanne seemed to know that Katie herself had not been the intended target.
"Oh, and Malfoy knows, of course," said Harry to Ascella, Ron and Hermione, who continued their new policy of feigning deafness whenever Harry mentioned his Malfoy-Is-a-Death-Eater theory.
Although, Ascella herself could not find it within herself to argue with Harry like Ron and Hermione could. In her mind, it made logical sense. Lucius Malfoy had found himself imprisoned in Azkaban, and Narcissa certainly wouldn't be chosen to take her husband's place, therefore leaving Draco to pick up the pieces of the mess his father had made.
It gave Voldemort his own personal insight to Hogwarts and what was occurring there, yet also anyone ( apart from Harry, that was ) would suspect a sixteen-year-old boy to be a Death Eater and at the hand of a tyrannical being. It made perfect sense, and Voldemort had already done it once before, so what was stopping him from doing it again?
Elijah had asked for Ascella to return to Morlasium on Tuesday night for another session, and the Black was incredibly apprehensive. Who else had he planned to shock her with? She knew deep within that she had to go back, given the lessons were incredibly important for her to understand and control her Siphoning abilities, yet she could help but tread on trepidation around him now, her uneasy nerves making it hard for her to trust him.
Monday night rolled around, and Ascella was jittering with nerves, and was forced to smoke a joint to herself to calm her anxiousness at facing Dumbledore again. The last time she had been in his office, she had fallen victim to his malevolent ways and desperate measures, and had been on the cusp on signing her freedom away. Her life away.
