Kat gasped as she saw the necklace Mr Gamp had sent to her, or that she had thought Mr Gamp had sent to her. She'd worn it on the summer picnic, it was lovely. But that meant...what exactly? He'd pretended to be Mr Gamp? But why? It made no sense. She looked at him in confusion, wanting to ask, but there was no time to pause, to think.
Suddenly the collar she so hated was snapped around her neck and pulled her backwards so that she could barely breathe (as if the corset didn't make that hard enough) and there was talk of shaving.
"What?" she yelped, she did definitely not want a bloody house elf anywhere near her with a razor, especially down there and especially since she didn't need it!It wasn't as if she had more than a minuscule landing strip, hadn't since she was fifteen. "I can take care of that myself, thank you," she forced out. "There are perfectly good spells." And without a wand or incantation the last of her hair vanished. "Happy now?" she asked forcing herself not to cry in anger and resentment. She might be afraid and humiliated but she did not want them to see that it affected her as much as it did. Gods, she needed to get out of here. This was insane. Too insane. She looked at her so called husband and his friend, and knew in that moment that if she did not find a way out, she'd end up dead or insane like Lilith. She wouldn't let that happen.