Such mild-mannered murderers

I gave up my life today. No more whoring around, as it was said. No more pretty girls. No fancy gentleman and their sweet adoration.

No, my life is gone. At least the one I knew.

I do believe that the brass ring is mine. I have what I have always wanted, cherished and persued.

But I don't believe I shall tell him.

Not yet.

My brother's a bloody fag and I'm expected to buck up, marry right and carry on the Lestrange family name.

Merlin's Beard, curse me now.