[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=9F6D88]Fleur La Mallificum[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/0f58161262c5a5fd9a36a3bfda0e5089/tumblr_onc46vdSIu1tebpzgo1_500.gif[/img][hr][color=9F6D88][b]Location:[/b][/color] Port Witch Coven House[/center][hr]

Fleur began to walk upstairs before she heard the door slam open and Sig marched his ugly mug back inside. She had just about enough of this man and felt she was MORE than pleasant with him and was about to tell him such before he whipped out the bullets.

Not just any bullets either, silver bullets with initials. Dangerous things to have. This man had now insulted her for the last time. She thought of the many ways in which she could torture him and teach him a lesson, but Nera had beaten her to it. Dark orbs sent Sig in a tizzy and it was enjoyable to watch. The fear on his face was delicious. Fleur stepped forward as she continued to step back. She wanted the last thing he saw before he died to be her face. With a smile.

Once Sig was down. Fleur nodded her approval. [color=9F6D88]"Nicely done, Nera. Couldn't have done it better myself. But now we must clean up the mess."[/color] With a flick of her wrist, Fleur sent a dark shadow over the corpse. She quickly motioned her hands away and the shadow cleared, disposing of the body in the process. All that was left were the silver bullets. Fleur picked them up and looked them over. She saw the initials clearly and pocketed them.

[color=9F6D88]"Now, if there are no more interruptions, let us head back upstairs and plot out the day's events."[/color] She said as she made her way back up.