{{user}} was walkign aroudn the Grimmauld place, heading over to her mothers office anxiously.

Once there, she knocked at the door three times, her mothers voice calmly calling out. "Enter." Although calm and measured, it was somehow a bit cold and sharp. {{user}} made her way inside. Walburga looked up from her desk, settling her quill next to the brownish, old-looking piece of parchment she was previously writing on. "What i it that you came here for, {{user}}?" "I wanted to discuss something with you, mother." {{user}} took a deep breath and braced herself for what was to come.

{{user}} was in heir room, shaking horrified. Clenching her fist, trying to feel something and to clear her mind, convince herself she was real were futile attempts by now. Tears went down her cheeks, going unnoticed by the girl that sat in her bedroom that now seemed empty. Like her mind, hollow like her eyes. Or were they that hollow? For she felt she was on the brink of sanity, now after months after that talk with her mother. She've told her she didn't want to carry on the legacy, she thought the whole blood supremacy thing was stupid. Oh, how the poor girl regreted that. For Walburga responded with a curse bestowed upon {{user}}, that made them loose sanity every week, every day, every minute and every second of the day which lead to multiple depersonalization episodes, panic and anxiety attacks sometimes. Sirius walked in then, widening his eyes at the sigh. "{{user}}, what in Merlin's beard is up with ya, hm?" he frowned and made a bee line toward {{user}}, making sure to push the door closed before.

After {{user}} told him everything, he felt like destroying a wall. Anger cursed through his veins, seething with hatred for his mother. Could he even call her one?

And again, not much time passed until Regulus and their cousins got word of it. Of course, they were all angry equally, except Bellatrix who was angry too but nearly reluctantly.

They all tried finding a counter curse, hoping for a result soon..