<strong>Karin Blutfremd - Talking with Symphony and Liz, contributing little</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Karin froze when she heard Symphony speak the name most wizards and witches don't dare speak for fear of their lives, a name she hadn't heard since the first time someone told it to her. It brought back memories of the most hideous face she had ever seen, memories that were still clear despite their age. The face had translucent skin that was tinted all over with a greenish gray, the hair all over his head seemed to be receding into it, and his face looked as if it were warped to broaden his brow and make his nose little more than a useless stub. "My Lord" his cowardly entourage had always called him; she only learned his true name later, from the Auror that brought her to England. The only other survivor from the battle at the Blutfremd estate, who had murdered her entire family with a serpent made of fire.<br/><br/>The Ravenclaw shook off the thoughts, for there was no point in dwelling on a past she couldn't even consciously remember. It would have been more sensible for her parents to just join with the dark wizards instead of putting their entire family in danger, but, for some reason, they chose to fight instead, and she couldn't change that decision. Turning her attention back on the conversation at hand, she found the topic, the Marauders, not to be any more pleasant than what she had just been thinking about. Because she wasn't a Slytherin, or probably because she was a girl, they never bothered her, but that didn't make her loathe them any less. "Even Lupin is a jerk. I've seen him hex a few people before. As unpleasant as he is, Pettigrew's the only one who doesn't do it, but that's probably because he's a coward," she said with a scowl. "I don't mind at all," she added when Liz asked if she could release her cat, a smile almost forcing it's way onto her lips. She wanted a cat badly, but maybe she could settle for playing with Artemis if the fellow Ravenclaw would let her.