Summary
"Now now Mother, we don't need to be like that." The words dripped with contempt. I could see Lord Black about to draw his wand before he too, was dangling mid air. "Thank you Death." Father merely looked at the two for a moment before he resumed eating, not even bothering to hide his smirk. "I don't want to kill you. Wait, no. That's a complete lie. I do want to kill you."