There was a sight to behold. Victoria, the girl who had faithfully served Drusilla as her right-hand all these years raised a knife to her mentor and saviour's throat, slitting it so deep and wide only blood could flow.
Of course this simple action caused quite the ruckus. The other Prefects raised on their feet, perhaps in some feeble attempt to escape their predetermined fate, anyways it was joyously amusing to watch. Certainly, though not as entertaining as watching as my brother opened the doors for the witch— Persephone Charming and her bodyguard to leave before sealing them shut.
Oh…. There might be something much more entertaining there. I sat back as the Prefects attempted to do something escape my grasp but the were quickly tempered down by the witch Victoria and Drahar, unable to take control of their bodies as they say back down on their seats.