Manda has worn sleeves for the past month. She hadn't slept with George in the same amount of time. She hadn't even dyed her hair. George thought it was a phase, but suddenly realized that she may not change back into herself.
    One day, he decided to approach her. "Manda." He smiles, walking up to her. She tried to ignore him, but she knew she couldn't do it. He turned her cheek towards his and smiled, "What's wrong?"
    "What do you mean, what's wrong?" She asks, "I'm fine."
    "No, you're not. You haven't been yourself lately and I'm starting to worry about you!" He says, heartfelt.
    "George, I'm fine... But I need to talk to you." She says. Suddenly, George yanked her sleeve up, his eyes got wide as he looked at what he saw on her arm.

    "M-Manda... W-What is that?" George asks, stepping back.
   "It's not my fault. I was forced to become a Death Eater." Manda responds, tears filling her eyes.
   "I will always love you, no matter what side you're on."
   "I don't want to be a Death Eater." She says, "I'm sorry... But I don't think we should be together anymore. I'm sorry..."
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