Face of Evil

Chapter Three (Blood Purity)


Ginny-


I am not sure how long I have been locked in this room now. I haven’t seen anyone in at least a week and the only thing that ever changes is the three meals a day that appear on my desk.


A few days ago I got so frustrated I tore the room apart. I broke everything that I could. When I was done the place looked like it had been hit by a tornado. When I woke the next morning everything was back in its place and perfectly organized. House elves were the only explanation and I frowned as I think of what they were doing now that the castle was controlled by Death Eaters.


Today with my breakfast I receive a cutting from a magazine. I frown at it as I scan the contents. My eyes narrow and the frown grows on my face as I start to understand why this was given to me.


Now that things are finally settling down and the New Ministry is up and running the business of making our great land better for all wizard kind has begun. I have been assured by insiders at the New Ministry that the following is only the first of many steps they will be taking to make England great once more.


The Blood Purity Act


I. All those who live within the wizarding world shall be classified under the following terms.
A- Pureblood: Person who can trace their wizarding bloodline back at least two generations.
B- Partblood: Person who can trace their wizarding bloodline back only one generation.
C- Halfblood: Person with one wizarding parent and one muggle parent.
D- Mudblood: Person with two muggle parents.
E- Non-Wizard: Any intelligent being not classified under any other classifications.


II. All those of Blood Status C or higher must be legally married by their twentieth birthday.
A) Any who are not married by their set date will be placed in an arranged marriage of the state’s choosing. Further disobedience will result in the revocation of person’s citizenship. (See Blood Purity Act: Section III)
B) No female may marry or bare the child of any male more than one step below them in Blood Status.
1) Disobedience will result in the revocation of female’s citizenship and the execution of the offending male.
2) Any child born to such a union will be turned over to the state’s custody.


III. All those of Blood Status D or below and those who have been convicted of crimes against the state will be classified non citizens and be considered property by the state.


My stomach feels like lead as I read the paper several times. My eyes linger on the idea of a Partblood. It was rather new to the wizarding world. To most pureblood families these people would be considered halfbloods. I guess to this New Ministry’s way of thinking it is better to have two wizarding parents, even if one or both of them are muggleborns.


Obviously I was pureblood without citizenship by this law. I wonder if that meant I won’t have to comply with the stupid marriage section. I re-read that again and realize by the letter of the law it still applies to me. Why does that bother me more than the idea of being considered property? A painting is property, and for the most part a painting gets left alone like she was being left alone. A wife on the other hand, a wife gets attention.


She looks down at her breakfast suddenly unable to eat so she pushes it aside. She is feeling anxious down as the article brings thoughts she had been keeping in the back of her mind up to the front to be examined.


By law she was someone’s property now. She thinks it over as she walks back and forth around her room. Her room, which was only yards away from the place Tom Riddle’s diary sucked the life force from her body when she was only eleven. Words the phantom said to her back then come to her mind on bidden. ‘Little Ginevra Weasley, you belong to me...’ She slumps down on the floor and looks at her knees.
“I really do belong to him now...” She says as she works to keep herself from crying. It was why he sent her the article, he was saying those words in a way that would hurt her the most. He didn’t just say them this time, he made sure she knew they were true.


Luna-


I look down at the first printing of this new Quibbler I have agreed to make. My eyes pass over the various political articles that I was told to write as well as a few other articles I came up with myself. My eyes step on the one that Draco had added because of our deal. I did not think he would have gotten past final approval from the Ministry.


He was right when he said the article would make me blush. The names and identifying characteristics were blackened, but most of the article was a vivid letter a woman obviously wrote to him describing in detail what she wanted him to do to her. It was very sexual and I wonder how the woman will react if she reads what was printed in my magazine.


There is a knock on my open door and when I look up Mr. Zabini is standing there with a smirk on his lips as he takes in my blush.


“You reading Draco’s article again?” he asks me knowingly and I quickly shut the magazine in front of me.


“I just don’t understand why he would want me to print something like that.” I tell him as I take in a slow breath. “Did you need something?”


“Knowing Draco? More than likely to put the girl in her place.” he says like that should be perfectly normal. “I thought we could knock off early today seeing as our first print went perfectly.” He adds to answer my second question.


“You can go if you wish.” I tell him with a wave of my hand and then look back at the Quibbler in front of me.


“You need a drink.” he says as he steps into my office. “You are pretty good at this for the little freak that you are.” he says and grabs the magazine away from me. “I don’t want you burning yourself out.” He says sternly like he was the boss and I was his employee.


In a way that is the truth of our relationship, and the idea of that makes me sigh.


“So you are coming out with me tonight and we are going to get you bladdered.” he says and looks down at me for a moment. “But you have to change because I can’t be seen in public with you looking like a homeless person.” he sneers.


I sigh and lean back in my chair so I can watch him and decide if he is going to let me get out of this idea. The determined set in his eyes tell me I will be in for a long night. I sigh again and get to my feet.


“Fine” is all I say as I head up to my flat to take a shower and put on clean clothes.


I do not think I have any clothes he would really approve of. I wear mostly comfortable loose fitting dresses under my worn robes. I look in my closet as I try to find something that I feel people would wear to a pub. I find a small black dress and some black flats to match. I brush my hair and try it so it lays on my shoulders


Once I feel I have put enough work into my appearance I head down to the office where he is waiting for me. He sneers after one look at him and pulls out his wand.


“It is an improvement to say the least, but not good enough to be seen with me.” he says as he taps his wand on his chin. “But I think I can fix it.” he says firmly as he runs his wand over my dress. “My mother takes clothes very seriously.” he tells me as he makes the dress smaller and more form fitting.


“Wow you actually have a shape Lovegood.” he says as if he is surprised by this fact.


I look up at him and shrug my shoulders. “Everyone has some kind of shape.” I tell him thinking his statement was odd.


He taps his wand against my dress one last time and it changes the color from black to blue. “Don’t want you looking like you are going to a funeral.” he says as he ignored my comment.


He steps back to look at his handiwork. He sighs and nods his head. “It will have to do. Maybe I could get my mother to take you shopping.” he says more to myself.


When we enter the pub he finds a table in the back where we will not be disturbed too much and leave me to go get us drinks from the bar.


I look around at the faces of the people I can see from my booth and wonder how they seem so normal. Everyone looks mostly happy as they get along with their normal lives. I really can’t understand it so I look back to the table in front of me.


When Zabini comes back with two shot glasses in his hand and a bottle of amber liquid I raise my eyebrow at him.


“We are going to do some shots to get you relaxed and then we will see where it goes from there.” he says like I do not have a choice in the matter. He sets down one of the glasses in front of me and he fills it from the bottle.


“What is it?” I ask I as try to look at the bottle. He smirks and shakes his head setting the bottle out of my reach after filling his own glass.


“don’t worry about it, just drink.” he says as he holds up his glass.


I sigh before picking up on own and putting it to my lips. I watch as he throws back the whole thing in one gulp. I blink and copy the movement but almost choke as the drink burns my throat and mouth.


When I set down the glass he fills it again. After the third one it isn’t burning so much, but I start to feel very light headed. After the sixth I am smiling for no particular reason. After that I lose count.


The next thing I know I am sipping from a bright purple drink and sitting in a man’s lap as he keeps a tight hold on my waist. I smile as I think he just said something funny, but I am not sure what.


“Okay time to go home.” Zabini says as he pulls me out of the nice man’s lap. He holds me upright which I am thankful for because I seem to have lost my feet somewhere.


“They lady and I were just about to..” The nice man starts but Zabini cuts him off.


“Yeah that is why it is time to go home. I wanted her relaxed, not snogging brutes.” he says and pushes the man back in his chair as he tries to stand.


Zabini helps me to my flat and I smile up at him as he fiddles with my keys. “Fiddles is a funny word.” I tell him happily.


He doesn’t look at me as he opens the door. “Lets get you to bed.” he says and helps me into my place.


I mean into him and run of fingers in his pretty hair. I notice how good he smells, and how his lips look full and inviting.


“Are you a brute?” I ask curiously.


He looks down at me and frowns. “What?”


“You said I shouldn’t snog brutes. So I wanted to know if I should snog you.” I explain as I fall back and find I am in my bedroom. “Never snogged a boy before” I tell him as I look up at him.


He shakes his head and smiles. “I am not surprised, but you are not starting tonight.” he informs me and watches me for a moment. “I am not desperate enough to make out with a drunk girl.” he explains.


“So you will kiss me once I am sober?” I ask as it seems like a really good idea at the moment. “Your lips as so pretty.”


“If you still want a kiss once you are sober...” He pauses for a moment as he looks over me. “...I’ll think about it.”


Daphne-


I look over the Quibbler. It was a magazine that I never thought I would read, but with its recent makeover I find that it is the best place for political news. I read the article about the Ministry’s new laws and sigh.


I understand why they are doing it. If this new world order is going to work, we have to have more purebloods in the world. It doesn’t mean I am happy about it. I will have to find someone to marry now. A pureblood male that I can control. I know it says I could take a partblood if I wished, but don’t feel that is very likely. At least I have a few years to think about the problem.


The next article I find interesting is one written by my new playmate. I smile as I read over what Pansy had sent him. He was right, she is rather boring and unimaginative. I look over to her bed and realize she would never read this magazine. I wonder if anyone else will make the connection and show it to her.


A smirk plays on my lips and I pull out the the page with her letter on it. I walk over to her bed and look at her simpethicly. “Pansy?” I ask timidly.


She looks up from her fashion magazine and narrows her eyes at my expression. “I thought you would want to see this, before it gets around.” I tell her as I hand her the page and head back to my bed.


By the time I get comfortable she is screaming bloody murder and I am trying very hard not to smirk.


Late that night I receive an owl from Draco telling me to meet him before lunch the next day on the seventh floor in front of the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. He adds that he would prefer if I am wearing as little as possible under my school uniform. He probably figures he has won our little game.


When I meet him I am fully clothed and I have a letter written by Dean in my pocket as proof of my success I am leaning against the wall across from the tapestry with a smirk on my face as he approaches.


He reads my my posture and frowns. “Prove it.” he all that he says as he crosses his arms under his chest. I pull out the letter and hand it to him.


He reads it and frowns before he shrugs his shoulders. “Well thats really too bad. i was told recently you have a very nice little body.” he says as his eyes run over my form.


“Maybe one day you will find out for yourself.” I flirt with him playfully.


“Guess we won’t need the room.” he says with a sigh.


I look around the hall and frown. “Room?” I ask curiously and he just shrugs his shoulders in reply.


“So your interview is already set up. I was going to get you in whether you won or lost.” he told me playfully. “But you have to understand I fully plan on using you as an information source if you get it.” he said as he stepped closer to me.


“What is the job?” I ask as I let him press his body against mine.


“It has been posted on the bulletin boards all week. We are looking for a female student to handle some social organizing.” he says vaguely.


“I don’t see how the Dark Lord would care about... Social organizing. I heard about that job, all the girls in my dorm have applied. They think it is like planning parties and such.” I say as I roll my eyes.


“The Dark Lord cares about this. It is one of his special projects. I had them put you on the top of the list, plus you will have... other advantages.” he tells me as he gets close enough to kiss me. “You sure you don’t want to have a little fun?” he asks lightly again.


“Nothing in it for me at the moment.” I tell him and put my hand on his chest to push him back.


He sighs wistfully and takes a step back.”It was worth a try... You interview with my father after lunch.” he tells me and looks down at his watch. “He hates when people are late.” he adds before heading back the way he came.


Draco was turning into a much more interesting playmate then I had first thought. He had been wasted on Pansy all these years. Who knew?


I head down to lunch and eat quickly so I can be at the Headmaster’s office early for my interview.


When the door opens up I climb the stairs to the Headmaster's office. The door at the top of the stairs is open so I knock on the doorframe to get the man’s attention.


“Come in and sit down Miss Greengrass.” he says without looking up from the antique dark wooden desk he is sitting at. I look around the office as I wait for him to finish whatever he is working on.


I had never been in the old Headmaster’s office, but as I look around I can tell Mr. Malfoy has already made it his own. Everything in the room from the bookcases to the rugs are old and regal.


I head his chair move as he sits back to look at me so I look back at him.


“My son thinks highly of you.” he says as he studies me, I smile back. “But he has a soft spot for a pretty face.”


Still very unsure of what this job entailed I didn’t know how I wanted to play it. I decide to go for smart, but not show my full hand.


“Draco would never send you someone he didn’t think was up to the job Sir.” I start feeling that was a safe statement to make. “What is the job exactly, the advertisement was a little... vague.”


“You will find out if you get it” he says as he steeples his hands and looks into my eyes. “I should make it very clear that you will be forbidden to speak of your work to anyone of a very small circle.”


I nod my head and the idea of it makes me smile. Well this really had my interest now.


“I can be discreet when needed Sir.” I tell him with a more serious tone.


“Fine, then I only have one question for you. How are you at dealing with... Gryffindors?”


Ginny-


When I wake up the first thing I notice is the fact that my room seems to be filled with boxes. I look around confused as every surface of the is covered in boxes like someone when on a shopping spree. I push my messy and knotted hair out of my face as I go over to the nearest stack.


While I am trying to untie the first string that is holding the box closed the door opens and I freeze in place thinking it was him.


“Oh you are a mess.” A girl’s voice says and she sighs before closing the door.


When I am sure it isn’t him I look up to see who was in my room now.


“Daphne?” I ask with my eyes narrowed. What was she doing here?


She smiles as me and looks around the room. She seems interested in the rich if not dark setting. “Oh this will not do.” She says and walks over to him with a warm smile.


“What are you doing here?” I ask as I step back from her. I watch her with suspicious eyes and she holds of her empty hands.


“I was told you would be expecting me. The Dark Lord wishes for you to have a companion.”


“You’re my maid?” I ask as I remember the conversation with Harry, no Tom, no he is Voldemort now. Why do I always think of him as Tom?


She made a disgusted face at my question. “That is a very old title for what I am. Think of me as a friend.” She says as she smiles again.


It is my turn to make the face. “You are not my friend.” I say firmly.


“Than companion, like I said before.” She says in an understanding tone. “I am glad the packages arrived before I did. I went through a lot of trouble picking you out some new clothes and a few other things.” She says as she moves to a stack of the boxes. “You should take a shower while I start to unpack.” She said motioning with her head towards the bathroom.


“New clothes?” I ask as I look around at all the boxes. “What does a slave need with new clothes?” I ask her hatefully.


“So they told you about the new laws then?” Daphne asks not it doesn’t really sound like a question. “My dear not all property is treated the same.” She starts as if she is talking to a small child. “Our Lord seems to see you more as a fine violin. You are to be well cared for and treated with respect.”


“Violins get played, I don’t seem to have a use.” I point out to her, she gives me an expression that I can’t really place.


“Oh my dear, I am pretty sure he is planning on playing you once you are ready.” She says and a shiver goes down my spine. “Now go take a shower, and just relax. I promise today will be fun if you let it.”


I look at her for a long moment as I try to decide what to do. With a sigh I decide I should get whatever she has planned over with. I do feel very dirty right now after her words so a shower should make me feel better.


I take a long scalding shower and scrub every inch of my body as I try to get rid of this dirty feeling. When I finally go back out into the bedroom I find she is still unpacking boxes and hanging up clothes. My eyes run over the clothes in the wardrobe. They are not what I expected to be chosen for me. I had expected all black like the room, but my wardrobe is filled with color.


Daphne looks up at me with a warm smile again and pulls a red silk bathrobe off the wardrobe door.


“Put this on, you will be more comfortable.” She says as she holds it out to me.


I take the robe and slip it over my shoulders. I turn around so I can take off my towel and tie the robe shut without her seeing anything.


“Sit down, I want to brush you hair.” She said pulling a fine silver brush from one of the boxes. I take a seat at the desk and let to do what she wants.


It is hard to be mad with her because she has been nothing but pleasant with me since she came in. Also i think that I have been lonely so having her here like this is nice even if she is dressing me up for Tom.


“What do you think of your clothes?” She asks as she runs the brush through my hair gently.


“They are not what I expected.” I tell her honestly. “I thought they would be black.”


She laughs and nods her head. “Yes I did notice they had a bit of a theme going in here. Don’t worry we are going to redecorate soon.” She told me firmly.


“We can do that?” I ask as I look up to her and she nods giving me another warm smile.


“We can. I swear most men are stupid.” She says as goes back to brushing my hair. “They wanted to please the Dark Lord with their design, but he had told them he wanted a place of comfort for you.” She tells me as she takes out her wand to dry my hair. “Do you feel comfortable in this tomb?” She asks playfully.


“No.” I say and I can’t help but smile at the way she talks about the Death Eaters.


“I didn’t think so.” She says firmly and moves around me. “Today is Saturday so we will have the whole day together, and tomorrow. We will try to get new furniture ordered as soon as we can. Now, let me just find the box with you underthings and you go pick something to wear that I already hung up.” She says as she points to the wardrobe.


I get to my feet and walk over to it to see exactly what she had picked out. Everything is very fine and beautiful. They were like nothing I had ever been able to wear before.


What kind of game was Tom playing with me now?


Luna-


I sat with my head on my desk as I tried to block out the pounding in my head. I was still wearing the dress from the night before which I had slept in. I don’t remember much from after taking the shots with Mr. Zambini, but it seemed that I had gotten home somehow unharmed.


“Still think my lips are pretty?’ Zambini asked from the door. I wasn’t sure why he was shouting so I look up at him to frown. “Aww you look horrible.” he added with a grin and placed a glass of steaming liquid down in front of me. “That should help with the hangover.” he told me and sat down in the chair across the desk.


“Your lips are pretty.” I told him with a shrug, but unsure why he had asked. I take the glass and down its contents in hopes of making the headache go away.


He laughs and puts his feet up. He looks so fresh and new after the late night. I guess he was much more used to them than I was.


“Do you still want to kiss them?” he asked with a smirk spread across his face. I frown and wonder what exactly I had done last night.


“No. Did I kiss them last night?” I ask wondering how embarrassed I should be.


“No, no, I didn’t let you do anything you would regret.” He promised me and it made me feel better.


As the pounding starts to lighten he takes out the black book with my schedule in it. “Mr. Malfoy will be coming by tomorrow with a list of articles for next issue. He told me of his request he made for you during your last meeting so I took the liberty of asking my mother to pick some new clothes out for you. They should be here later today.” he tells me and I nod.


“Why do you think it is so important to him?” I ask the question I had been wondering since he had given me the order.


“He felt disrespected, and that is something a Malfoy doesn’t take sitting down.” he says with a shrug. “Maybe he wants a better look at that little body of yours.” he adds with a smirk.


I look down at the dress and frown. I would much rather someone view my mind than my body.


“From what I can tell it is kind of agreeable. Just like the rest of you when you are not being a freak.” I look back up at him with a frown.


‘Why does that matter?”


“If you were ugly it would be much harder to find a husband.” he told me to remind me of the marriage law. “Believe me when I say you don’t want to fall back on the arranged marriage. I am sure you won’t like it.”


“I have a few years before I have to start to worry about that.” I remind him.


“It will be here before you know it freak.” he says as he gets to his feet. “And you want to be seen as someone who is taking these laws very seriously. I would start dating at the very least if I were you.”


I frown and shake my head, this is something I will defy as long as I can. I will not be told that my womb is more important than my brain.


The next day I pick out one of my new outfits. It is a dark blue tailored skirt suit with a cream colored silk blouse under the jacket. I slip on a fitted open robe over the fit and head down to my office without looking into the mirror.


Zabini smiles as me as his eyes run up and down my form. “I told you my mother has a good eye for these things. You look like a woman now instead of a mess.” he says in a pleased voice.


“My mess was my armor.” I told him honestly as I realize it myself. I felt more safe around these dark men while I was just the freak of a girl who looked unwashed.


“Another reason Draco wanted it gone.” he says with a shrug.


I sigh and head into my office as I try to decide what to do while I am waiting for Mr. Malfoy to pay me a visit. I am still standing there by the door when I hear his voice talking to Zabini.


“Hey Drake, she is in her office.” he says lightly like they were old friends. I realize that is exactly what they are.


“Did she listen to me?” Malfoy asks simply.


“Yeah, but she has been worrying over the request all week.”


I can hear the smile in Malfoy’s deep tones when he speaks again. “How does she look?”


Zabini laughs at the question and I can hear him lean back in his chair. “Today? I would have to say sexy librarian.” I frown, what does that even mean?


Malfoy laughs at his words and I can hear him coming closer. “I’ll be in town a few days, want to hit the pub tonight?” He asks Zabini.


I move away from the door quickly so they won’t know I heard the conversation. I don’t think they would be mad, but I would be embarrassed if they knew.


There is a knock on my door as I sit behind my desk. “Come in.” I say as I try to make my voice sound calm.


Malfoy pushes the door open and smiles at me as his eyes run down my form in the same way Zabini’s had.


“Much better.” he says as he closes the door behind him and sits down across from me.


“I am glad you approve.” I say as I stare at the closed door.


“I am sure you are.” he says sarcastically and pulls another envelope out of his robes. “You are going to have more time for this one. I am glad you could get the first issue out so quickly, but we want it to be a monthly publication.”


I nod and look to him glad that we were getting right down to business. I take the envelope from him and place it aside.


“Is there anything else I should know?” I ask as I fold my hands over my desk.


“Go out with me tomorrow night.” He says with as a sly smile forms on his face.


“No.” The smile disappears.


Daphne-


She is in the shower for a pretty long time, and I have a chance to go through most of the boxes and start putting some things away. When the bathroom door opens I look over at her and see her looking at the clothes with a confused expression.


I force a warm smile on my face and get her the robe I had chosen for her.


“Put this on, you will be more comfortable.” I tell her as I hold out the robe. She takes it and slips it on without question.


“Sit down, I want to brush you hair.” I tell her before retrieving the a brush and walking around behind her. It looks like she had barely brushed her hair at all since they placed her in the room. She seemed to find my actions soothing so I decided to try and make her see me as a friend.


“What do you think of your clothes?” I ask as I brush her hair gently


“They are not what I expected. I thought they would be black.” She says as she looks over at the wardrobe again.


I laugh at the thought and look around this dungeon of a room. This was all wrong for my mission with this girl. “Yes I did notice they had a bit of a theme going in here. Don’t worry we are going to redecorate soon.” I tell her firmly.


“We can do that?” I asks in a shy and timid voice.


“We can. I swear most men are stupid.” I tell her as I go back to brushing her hair. “They wanted to please the Dark Lord with their design, but he had told them he wanted a place of comfort for you. Do you feel comfortable in this tomb?” I ask lightly.


“No.” She tells me with a blank expression.


“I didn’t think so.” I say with a nod and move around her “Today is Saturday so we will have the whole day together, and tomorrow. We will try to get new furniture ordered as soon as we can. Now, let me just find the box with you underthings and you go pick something to wear that I already hung up.” I say and point to the wardrobe.


I watch her for a moment as she looks over her new clothes. I can tell that she likes them, but she has this expression of suspicion on her face. I don’t blame her for that. It actually makes me respect her a bit more. If she was screaming like a child right now I would dismiss her as such, and if she was just taking everything she was given without thought I would see her as weak and stupid. Though she is calm she looks as if she is constantly thinking, constantly ready for the worst to come.


Once she is dressed and ready for the day I go back to unpacking so we can talk.


“What are you thinking about?” I ask in a pleasant tone.


She looks up at him and frowns. “Why are you being nice to me? Is it because To... Voldemort told you to?” She asks me with a frown on her lips.


I am curious about the slip in her words and impressed that she called him by name. It must come from being around Potter as much as she supposedly was.


“That isn’t the only reason.” I tell her and push a smile on my face. “I mean I am not going to insult your intelligence by saying otherwise. It is my job to make you comfortable in your new life.” I tell her and stack empty boxes against the wall for the house elves to take care of later.


“So what is the other reason?” She asks as she watches me closely.


“I respect you.” I tell her, it was a little true at least and I could use that to my advantage. “You fought for what you believed in. Even if I don’t strictly agree with you.” I leave that open for her benefit. “I can respect that.”


She frowns at me and then looks away. “I feel useless here.” She tells me again. “I feel like there is no hope and I don’t know what I can do about that.”


She really is in a hopeless situation and I almost pity her for it. I sigh and walk over to the desk where she is sitting. “I don’t know what to tell you...” I say sadly


I look around as if I am expecting someone to be spying on us. There is no need for a spy, I am the spy. “Look, I shouldn’t be giving you this...” I say and go over to my bag and pull out a blank journal and quill.


She looks at the items with distrust and I frown as I wonder why. “I thought you might be able to keep your mind clear by writing down your thoughts.” I tell her holding them out. She makes no move to take them.


“I don’t write in diaries any more.” She snaps more forcefully than I was expecting.


I look down at the book in my hand and then back up to her. ‘Why not? It is very therapeutic” I inform her as I hold them out to her again looking hurt by her snub.


She narrows her eyes at the items and then looks to me. “Go ask your Master.” She snaps and turns her back on me.