"He would have me expelled from this place," she whispers fearfully, for once an expression other than her usual obnoxious self importance settling on her face. I almost laugh. Good, I think bitterly to myself, crouching lower as Nora's eyes sweep past where I am hiding. Let her get expelled. I wouldn't be sorry to see her go.
Perhaps that is mean of me to say, but in all honesty, I have had my fair fill of dealing with authoritarian women who try to rule over my life like I am some rat in a lab experiment. I got my fair share of snide remarks when I arrived here, I would not be sorry to see them go.
Alastor, however, remains stock still and entirely unimpressed.
