Megan looked around her aunt's flat. She wished it were larger. Perhaps she'd suggest a move. That might look suspicious though. Hestia had cooked dinner for them. Like a muggle. She hadn't even used magical fire on the stove. She'd lit it with a match. Yet another thing Megan couldn't stand about her aunt. Megan used her wand for everything. She was a witch, and she acted like one. Hestia Jones acted like a damned muggle half the time. It was like the didn't even own a wand. Then again, what did Megan expect? The woman was a Mudblood.

Megan did not know how she made it through supper without gagging. The food was passable, but it had been made by hand. That disgusted Megan. Food was meant to be made by house-elves, or magic at the very least. The dinner conversation had been a bit stilted. Megan's head was elsewhere right now. It was on what she was going to do in a moment.

"Meg, are you all right? You seem distracted tonight."

Don't speak to me, cow.

"Meg?"

DO NOT CALL ME MEG, YOU FILTHY CUNT! Megan dropped her hands below the table and flicked her wand out of her sleeve. She smiled at her aunt.

"I'm sorry. My mind just one the work I have to do."

"I swear I'm going to hex that old bag you work for if she doesn't let up off of you, Meg," Hestia sighed as she started to rise to get their dessert and after dinner coffee which seemed to be the usual custom lately.

Only it would not be happening that way tonight.

Megan had her aunt hexed before the Auror even knew what was happening. It helped that she foolishly trusted Megan though. That was always an advantage when hexing. Megan had her Imperius cast and a silencing charm on the flat in record time. She loved thinking her commands, especially with someone who knew the Imperius had been cast on them. If she thought it, they never knew what was coming next.

Being me some of that dessert, cow.

Hestia didn't move from her chair, but she was shaking.

"Do it now," Megan snapped.

She watched with delight as her aunt fought the curse, but brought Megan a piece of the pie she had obviously gotten at a bakery.

"Sit down."

Hestia trembled, but did it anyhow. Megan took a bite of her pie, really enjoying herself for the first time in a long while.

She flicked her wand again. Why don't you stab yourself in the hand with your fork.

Her aunt twitched. She was strong. That made this even more satisfying.

Megan swished and flicked. I SAID... STAB YOURSELF IN THE HAND WITH THE FORK!

Hestia screamed when she did it. Megan just smiled. Goddess, she liked screams. She really did, but this one was giving her a bit of a headache.

"Stop screaming."

Hestia stopped shouting, but she was shaking in pain. Megan smiled a bit wider.

"I'm going to finish my pie. Then you and I are going to have a bit of a chat about what you're going to do next."


{SUMMARY} Megan initiates the first step of her plan.