Rowena didn’t even flinch at the thud of the dagger hitting its spot in the tree. Just picturing his smug face in that wood made her calm just slightly. As Godric stood suddenly and moved away from the stairs, Rowena blinked. She really should have left a note for Edwyn so he wouldn’t worry. Instead, she nodded at him.
“All the arrows in this tiny village could not slay all the hatred I feel for the boy.” But she didn’t slow her pace, moving behind Godric. Her wand was out of her cloak in a moment, transfiguring a bundle of nearby sticks into a figure of crude standing, some leaves transfiguring into hair, a crude likeness of the boy that weighed on their mind. She wanted nothing more than to bruise her knuckles on his face in there very instant, and she turned tight lipped to look at Godric.