Marietta Edgecombe was glad her wand was secured away otherwise she might have clutched it and she might have tried to get a cheap shot at Bellatrix Lestrange’s head. She was smarter than that though. She didn’t have a chance in hell at ever being stronger than her. She’d get herself killed. Her Padrig didn’t need to be pleasing her.
This woman needed to leave. Marietta was so close to shaking. She nodded and kept her mouth firmly closed until she’d watched retreat. She counted to fifteen boot heel clicks before she allowed herself to breathe again. She set into motion shortly thereafter furiously shoving her things into her purse.
She wanted to go home. She did not want to think about Bellatrix Lestrange watching her or Padrig. She tore her coat over her shoulders and took off down the opposite hallway in a near sprint. She just had to get home. She needed to get home. She’d come in early and finish the job.