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Kill her pet? Oooh. Yeah, that was much worst than your mother dying and your father not being fit to look after you. Lilly felt a tiny tear, but rubbed her eye before the hot-tempered firstie would notice and start ordering her on how to stop tears. She kept her mouth shut for a minute, her temper going down before she trusted herself to speak. "Like I said before, I do not take to being ordered about, which IS what you were doing and are still doing now," she said, completely calm, but with her voice rising on several occasions. "Setting an example?" Lilly's eyed flickered as she spoke in a smooth, dangerous voice. This girl was very prim and proper. "What is this 'killing pets' thing anyway. Trust me, Vlimia, I've been through much worst," she said, now not at all angry, but slightly upset at the thought.
Well, at least they were both calm. That would be better to work this out rationally. Okay... so she wanted to know about her dead cat... okay...
tell her. "Well, when I was four my mother made me kill my kitten, Mitzy. And when I was five my father started teaching me all the Unforgivables. I mastered them all when I was ten." Vlim hated talking about this, so she had brought her voice down to a shaky whisper.
"I wish I could have been born into another family, or adopted or something." She said, recalling the time when she had used the Cruciatus Curse on a baby robin. A tear slid down her cheek, and Vlimia ignored it. Why had she just told a complete stranger her life story? Oh yeah, she had
asked. Vlimia kicked herself mentally.
I'm so stupid! She thought.