Zenobia's Castle

'I did. It was a rash desision due to a high emotional state. I can now see that was a bad choice.'

"Actually was one of the best choices you ever made..."

'You would think that. You wanted me to leave because I could put you in Azkaban.'

Wow, is this what made the doucey Strayer like he is?


"No! I wanted to go home so we can figure out how to fix this shit!!"

'There is nothing to fix.'

"Yeah there is! You're like that one asshole Strayer now! And one of those pricks is enough!"

'I am how I am meant to be.' she stated. 'And if you have a problem, that is fine.' She inclined her head to the old witch. 'Thank you. I will be going now.'

Joachim's heart sank, but he knew it was just the spell talking...

Zenobia nodded to the witch she aided, "Good luck..."

'Thank you. Joachim...I will be seeing you.' It was clearly a threat. She walked out of the building.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Joachim pulled his wand on the witch, "Listen up you old hag! You don't know who I am, but I got some powerful friends now. Friends who can make your life either amazing or a nightmare. You better get me a way to fix her, or I swear to god I'll..."

Suddenly his eyes shot wide open and fell to the floor in pain. But he couldn't scream, he couldn't move despite how much he would be thrashing around if he could. 

"And now you listen to me..." Zenobia told him in that same mentor-to-student voice. "It is highly unwise to threaten a witch of my calibur. Light and dark, I have seen both and don't flinch at either. You are a mere boy who relies on the strength of others and sleight of hand to get ahead in life. I peered through your mind in a matter of seconds, you simpleton."

"If I so wished, I could've revealed all your deeds to Krystal and really put you in hot water. But instead I chose to save her life. Even though I've given to you a great hardship, I trust you'll be most grateful to me once you fix her and you will." 

"Remember that Joachim." She told him as she released him from the pain he was in. Joachim scrambled to run out of the room.