Lamia was sat against the front door, an elf hand nailed beside her head, into the wood. She was breathing heavily, her head was tucked away in between her knees.
Despite her killing the girl, she was still humiliated, it was ebbing away on the inside of her. She was on the verge of tearing the whole place down, it angered her...she built herself up to be powerful, only to be saved by a mere muggle infant. She gritted her teeth and picked up her wand. With the blade pressed against her temples, she muttered one word.
Obliviate
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