Status Updates From Queen of Faces (Queen of Fa...

"In a few years - it won't matter what body I put myself into - my pith will decay, and I'll be wetting the bed and forgetting my own name. Before long, you'll all be twiddling your thumbs at my funeral."

[I LOVE AUTHOR-IS-AWARE-OF-HIS-EVILNESS DUMBLEDORE]

This would have been my life without my ousting. Hosting events with Samuel. Drawing eyeballs like moths to a flame, devouring their attention. Shaping the arc of history like a knife carving meat.

[PLEASE GOD WHERE ARE YOU EDITOR -- this prose would be totally workable if somebody, anybody was giving line-level feedback, providing any pushback on the busted similes]