Amanda shut the door quietly. They’d just put Lily to bed. The poor thing was exhausted. Amanda tiptoed softly downstairs and met her husband in the kitchen. She took a seat at the table.


    “What are we going to do with her?” she asked.


    “Coal did offer to take her off our hands,” Sirius replied.


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    Amanda shook her head. “I don’t trust him not to kill her.”


    “He might be right. She isn’t a witch anymore, not even human either, you don’t know how long it’s going to last. They didn’t use a necromancer. I don’t think that’s ever been done successfully. Not permanently at least. She’s likely to regress, and when she does... you know what happens. She’ll hurt someone.”


    “She’s just a kid.”


    They sat there thinking it over in silence.