I could do it, she thought furiously as she pounded up the stairs. I could get on my broom and just run the hell away...

“Filthy blood traitor!” Her aunt’s voice streamed up the stairwell, faster than she could run, “A Muggle bastard to taint our blood...”

She paused in her flight and screamed defiantly at the hateful women downstairs, “Sod off, you crazy bitch! At least he loves me!” Her trunk, still packed from school, was quickly strapped to her broom and, with a muttered curse, Andromeda shattered the glass on her window, flying off without a backward glance.

mood: amused
audio: Whatever MP3s were on...I was writing not listening