Chapter 11. Sparkling

Tuesday, December 24th, 1929

Pansy wore the ruby ring on her outstretched hand and reached for the sun. It glittered like a sun-kissed ocean lapping at the sand; the brilliant vermillion hue so vivid it reminded her of the blood she had spilled, the lives she had taken. The light reflecting in it was broken into thousands of smaller pieces, a checkered rainbow of beauty.

Stealing the engagement ring on Ginevra's finger had been a last-minute impulse, much like the murder of the woman it belonged to. It kept her close to the man she envisioned marrying, the man who had conquered her mind first and her body second, the man she was betraying her mission for.

Still, maybe it was wise to remove it for the time being. Pansy tugged and pulled, but her finger resisted her, reflecting the innermost desires sitting in her heart. The sparkling ring was latched onto her, refusing to let go of the fantasy, the fantasy of Harry Potter walking her down the aisle and whispering lovestruck vows into her ear.

She showed it once again to the sun. Its bright rays flushed her cheeks and she knew the sun agreed with her.