Name: Lemma Palmer
House: Ravenclaw
Assignment: Mythology, Task Two
Karina slinked through the bushes, not so much as rustling the leaves. She leaned against a tree on her left, testing its bark, feeling for foot stubs. Silently, Karina climbed the tree. Creeping torwards a thick branch, the girl grabbed it, and hoisted her weight onto the branch. From her perch, she could see her target. A small group of people were gathered in a clearing, huddled together under black cloaks.
Muggles.
They seemed to be planning something. Karina smiled evilly, for little did they know what was about to happen.
Ever since Karina could remember, she'd been trained by her parents as a killer. Using knives and swords were first, then wands. Karina had enjoyed the excitement as a child, and was now part of the real thing. At fifteen, she was the 'gangs' youngest member. There were many things about being the youngest, that you have to understand. She's always given the smallest, less dangerous tasks, and not held full responsibility for anything.
Karina pulled out her wand that she'd stolen from another wizard. (Long story short, she'd gotten into an epic battle with a lousy manager, but eventually Karina won the battle, winning the core of this wand.) She found a gap in the leaves, pointing it at one of the shorter muggles, then stopped. The muggle had flung back their hood, revealing long curly auburn hair. It was a female, and she was pretty. The girl only looked to be around ten, and she seemed happy and excited. Karina stopped, watching as she, and two other smaller muggles separated themselves from the group.
The other two were also only ten at the most. Children.
Karina had never had to kill children before. What if they were witches and wizards, just their power not discovered yet?
But they wouldn't be pure bloods.
They still had so much to live for. Couldn't they see a few more years of life?
We have to kill younglings before the muggle race spreads.
But . . they looked so innocent.
Karina Lysbone Melbour, you are a killer. Raised and bred this way. Don't deny it, don't fight it. It has to be this way.
Why was she thinking about this? Karina, you have one purpose in life.
To kill.
Karina raised the wand again, taking aim. Wand poised at the ready, the girl closed her eyes.
Now.
"Avada Kedarva." Karina whispered. She felt the wand vibrate as a green light shot out from it. Instantly, commotion reigned, voices screaming, people running, Karina falling.
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