» Self Loathing Deprecation Amongst Villains, [Private; Constance Hatchitt]

Kenneth was unsure as to why she reacted that way. It was an honest, logical question. Perhaps that was the reason for her offense: it was too logical and not respectful. He didn't actually mean it to be perceived that way, but unfortunately, he did. Now, Constance was trying to run away. He was not in the mood for it so he stood up and growled, following Constance out of the room.

When she got down the hallway, he stammered, "Look, Constance...I...that's...that's not what I meant to say. I'm sorry. I just...I'd like to help in any way that I can! Please, don't run away!" He didn't know if that would even work, so he kept running after her in the hopes that he would catch up and prevent her from completely running away right now. He still had to find a way to heal her.

"I believe you that she didn't deserve to die, but that doesn't change the fact that you still don't know why...wouldn't you like to know? Wouldn't you want to bring justice to her killer?"

i walked through hell for him.

Naturally, he didn't take the hint, such dreams would never come true when dealing with men. Any and all hints had to be screamed in their ears, and even then they still don't hear you. It was one of the more frustrating things when she was with Cai, they spoke two different languages fifty percent of the time, and the other fifty, well they weren't speaking much then.

In this slim moment, with the spring wind blowing on her neck and the moon gleaming in the dying sunlight, Connie could almost remember what it was like when everything still made sense. For a shining moment, Connie felt as though the world wasn't crashing and burning on the thawing ground. Moments, sadly, are moments though and rarely ever last more than a minute or two. And once Constance's glimmering moment past, she fell even harder into her grief than she had already been.

"What would justice bring us, Mr. Summerby?" She spat as she began to walk backwards so that she could see his face, "Nothing. It will give us nothing. Her killer would still have killed her, she would still be dead, and I will still be alone. So please, I just want to go home." Once her words were finished, Connie turned her back on him once more and hurried off his street. Never before in her life had she considered Hogwarts to truly be her home, but now her bed was looking to be more and more comforting.

let the torturing ensue. my soul is useless without him.

MADE BY HEY MICKEY! AT ATF.

There was nothing Kenneth could do at this point, but now, his good personality was slowly receding in his mind. Before it disappeared, he yelled, "I understand, Constance, but we should work on it!" as she ran down the street towards Hogwart's. He growled and pulled his hand, cast a fireball at the fountain in his driveway. It blew up, sending sparks, flames and pieces of marble all over the frontyard. He roared in anger and frustration for this loss...He couldn't continue to have her running around the grounds like this.

He needed her in a place he could control and monitor...but now he had to re-think his strategy. He looked at one of his servants who had come with a group to check on the explosion and cast a Cruciatus on them for a good 5 seconds before releasing them. He looked at his servants, "Clean it up, or that curse won't be the only thing I use!!" He roared as he entered the home, going back to his den to think.