Back to Black Who: Angeline and Domina Where: The Moriarty mansion (Angeline's room) When: Night time
It did not escape Angeline that, considering what she had recently been through, she ought to be feeling a lot happier, lighter and more relieved than she was presently. And she would have been, if not for recent events gnawing at her mind, making her face twist into a cruel sneer and a million different ways to cruelly murder a few people pass in front of her eyes like a movie. It also did not help that from the second she had stepped foot outside of the hospital her parents - more so her mother - had not left her alone. There had been questions, hugs, promises of payback, all perfectly unnecessary displays that did her current mood no favors. Once they had finally gotten it all out of their systems and left her to 'rest' in her room, resting against a veritable mountain of fluffy pillows, Angeline had felt more relief than she had felt overall about the experience.
She was weary, that was for sure, but that was decidedly not what was bothering her. In seeing the seeds for betrayal in those despicable little people - and in showing some of her own true colors, for her sins - Angeline had awakened something very dire within herself. Worst of all, she had no qualms about letting it run free. It did not take her long after being left alone to decide that she would focus on magic - black magic, magic to hurt - more than she had ever focused on anything else. Her main goal at this time was going to be forcing those petty little things into their place, or make them suffer for not complying. Dramatic? Oh, absolutely.