Marietta could hardly contain her elation. She had wondered, over the last few weeks, if she could actually go through with killing a muggle, as much as she had grown to hate them. The dreams she had of watching them suffer were nothing compared to this. She wanted more-so much more. She felt an electric current course through her as Alecto ran her finger over her cheek. This woman would be her teacher, her guide. She looked at her, a new feeling of devotion forming from the words of admiration and praise coming from the woman. "She can teach me to be powerful. Those years of feeling useless and ashamed are over. Now is the time for me to join those who are on the side of the right," thought Marietta.
The bullet fragment spun in the air slowly before Alecto wiped in clean and handed it back to her. Use this as a reminder for why you join us tonight. she heard her say. Marietta took the fragment and placed it back in her pocket. What was her father's undoing would help her undo the scourge of muggles and mudbloods; the poetry in that made Marietta smile.
She looked at Alecto, dagger in hand, and with conviction and resolve answered her question. "I am ready, Professor," she said. A new Marietta would be born in Ipswich that night.