Murder, murder, yes indeed.
"Crucio!"
I laughed as I watched the random Muggle scream in agony.
Like music to my ears.
People think I'm crazy.
Hahaha.
They're the ones that are crazy.
With their conventional lives.
Why would anyone want to live so constricted?
I'm free to do anything I want to.
When I don't have to do anything for the Dark Lord, anyway.
I AK'ed the Muggles crying baby.
I hate kids.
They're always whining about something.
I looked at the rest of the street.
The fire was so pretty.
But something felt missing…
"Morsmordre!"
Chaos. Panic. Disorder. My work here is done.
Author's Note: This is about Bellatrix, by the way.
Disclaimer: Character & shizzle not mine.