Marilyn watched with wide eyes as Rafe and Carter shouted at each other. Carter was, of course, only believing what he wanted to. What was new? She done bad...and that's all he'd see. The fact that she had never meant to hurt him would go unnoticed as he maintained this facade of the perfect boyfriend who'd gotten wronged by his mean Slytherin girlfriend. How utterly pathetic. It made Marilyn want to vomit in his stupid face.

Did it matter that she couldn't face either Carter or Rafe for 6 months because of the confusion she felt? Did it matter in the least that her emotions had been pulled so many different ways lately that she didn't know up from down? And when she'd been faced with glossy pictures of every misstep she'd taken over the last year, did it matter that she cried for her mistreatment of this loving muggle boy who'd cared about her in such a way that she'd never reciprocate? Of course not. Carter was perfect, obviously and never made any mistakes. It was clear to Marilyn, though. It'd all been a huge mess to think a mere muggle could understand the complexity of her dramatic pureblood life.

Her need to cause him pain was dangerously high...And only increased as he simply brushed pass her. To help some stupid twit who'd been in the way, nonetheless. She blinked a few times, watching as Carter turned whatever anger was there from earlier off. Then without warning, Marilyn withdrew her wand and pointed it at Carter's back, mumbling "Furnunculus".

Perhaps painful boils would serve him right. Marilyn stormed away from Rafe...and pass Carter...towards the dungeons. She needed to get away before she seriously hurt someone.