There are creatures that lurk in the deep, a foreign folk not like her own, and the consensus has always been that merfolk and sharkfolk don't mix. But his strangeness is what compels her, and so to the dark depths she goes, heart wide as the ocean itself and her curiosity an anchor pulling her down, down, down–

He can't leave the room. Her room. And it's all the Order's fault. Confined to a small space with only the Mudblood for company, something's going to give. Maybe his sanity. Maybe not. "There," she spat. "Now your Blood's filthy too!" DM/HG. PostHBP.