nira stood there looking at the armor sheeva had just enchanted. "your brilliant." she tried to smile, but the images of her parents sitting right beside voldemort kept coming to her mind. "sheeva, what are we going to do when they come here? kill them? im so confused." she sat down in a chair and burried her face into her hands.

thorn stood behind sheeva watching nira's shoulders tremble, he didnt want to intervine between sheeva and nira. so he just began handing out maps of the mansion and magic aromor