"A Caster..! The Dark Lord will be most delighted to make your acquaintance when I am done with you..."  He was reaching into his robes to grasp his wand.

“And what are you going to do,” she asked, plush lips pulling themselves into a sneer.

The Casters are witches and wizards who don't need wands... And cause devestating havoc. Meet Scarlette Mellette of the Mellette Coven.

"I'll be taking this, now," Scarlette whispered into his ear, "Oh, and you, too." She picked up the discarded parchment and his wand, and smiled wide when she saw tiny footprints of herself...

"Still playing with your food, I see. Let. Him. Go."
...The air grew cold and damp, and shards of ice cut through the air toward him.

"...In case I have failed to do so, let me make it clear:  You are mine, Scarlette Morwenna Ivory Mellette."


“I hate you…” She said, her voice quivering as she said it.

He didn’t know which frightened him more: The Dark Lord, or the fact that he could still smell the vanilla on her… It had become stronger after all these years…