Queenie hurriedly made her way to Percival's office with a tray of coffee in her hands. Percival had called her over to his office and she felt as if Tina got herself into trouble. She got to his office and knocked on his door, "Mr.Graves? You called for me?" The door opened and Percival sat at his desk, working on paperwork.

     "Come in." He said without looking up at her. Queenie nodded and walked in with the tray in her hands. The door closed by itself behind her and locked. Percival looked up and sees her holding the tray of coffee. "You didn't have to bring up coffee you know. You're not in trouble and neither is your sister."

     "I know. But I had a feeling that we're gonna be having a very long and serious discussion." She said, placing the tray on his desk.

     "You read my mind once you got my call, didn't you?" He asked. Queenie looked down at the ground.

     "I'm sorry." She said quietly.

     "No no. It's fine really. So you know why you're here and what we are going to talk about. right?" Queenie nodded. "Good so I don't need to explain why you're here."

     "It's about (Y/n) and the mission tomorrow." Queenie said. Percival nodded.

     "Yes. Now, Queenie, how much of (Y/n)'s past do you know?" He asked as Queenie thought for a moment on how to answer this question.

     "To be honest, Mr.Graves, I know almost everything about her past. You see, I can get into more depth into someone's mind when they're mentally hurt. And (Y/n)'s been hurting a lot and her emotions are so strong that I'm more and more in depth of her mind than other minds. Today even, she's been emotionally hurting more than other days but it's more of anger than sadness." Queenie said as she tucked some of her hair behind her ear.

     "I see. Do you mind telling me about her past?"

     "Why?" Queenie asked him as she looked at Percival distrustfully.

     "So I can be prepared ahead of time while in Pennsylvania." Percival says as he took his coffee and was but about to sip it before stopped before it touched his lips, "And don't worry. I'll be sure that (Y/n) doesn't know that you told me what you're going to tell me now." He reassured as he continued to sip his coffee. Queenie is quiet for a moment before sighing slightly.

     "Well, (Y/n) was born and grew up in (Y/Home Town) as we already know. She wasn't close to her family since they were running low on money so they threw her out of the household since she was the youngest out of the four children. So (Y/n) was one of the kids, and probably the only, in her hometown who isolated herself from the other kids since she lived her childhood in homelessness and hatred. Always cold towards others. Lived as an orphan. And being homeless only meant that she had no other choice but steal food for her own survival. But that all stopped when she met him. They were best friend from ages of 6 to 18 years old, best of friends for 12 years. He took care of her and made her feel loved like they were brother and sister." Queenie smiled to herself when she remembered one of (Y/n)'s memory, "If you were a Legilimens, Mr.Graves, you will certainly enjoy her happiest memories with him. Anyway, they grew up together and attended Ilvermorny together as well, both in the same house which was Thunderbird ("House Horned Serpent is better..." Percival muttered. "No, House Pukwudgie is!" Queenie argued.). They were so close that some students believed they were a couple. But they weren't."

     "Just really close friends." Percival says as he was intrigued by (Y/n)'s history. Queenie nodded.

     "Although he did show much liking to her, even though he would flirt with other girls, but she would always turn him down in a cold manner, even though that was just how she was from living a harsh childhood, but he would always smile it off and say how he appreciates that they're still best friends. They were the only ones who understood each other since his mother died a few years after their friendship started and his father had turned him down and ignored him, almost having him take care of himself. But they stayed by each other's side through the toughest of times. But that's when the attack of 1917 in (Y/Home Town) struck. As you heard from (Y/n)'s rant during the meeting earlier, the group killed almost everyone. And that she lost something important to her so she was gonna do the same to them for revenge and justice." Queenie looked up at Percival, "And you can guess what she lost during that attack..."

     "Her best friend..." Percival said quietly in thought, "What was his name, if you know by any chance?" Queenie thought for a moment as she tried to remember (Y/n)'s best friend's name.

     "His name was... Edward Gluskin I think. She called him Eddie for short." Percival sat there thinking for a moment as he sipped his coffee.

     "I think I heard that name before... I believe the Gluskins were a pureblood family." He said.

     "I thought I heard that name somewhere before." Said Queenie.

     "How did he die?" Percival asked.

     "How do you think he died?" Queenie asked almost rhetorically, "He was murdered like the others. Eddie was murdered in front of her own eyes. Body was put into a binding spell, he was tortured, and then murdered instantly with the two most unforgivable curses. Crucio... And then Avada Kedavra..." Queenie said sadly and quietly, " He died in order to keep (Y/n) safe."

     "He sacrificed his life for hers." He said quietly in thought. Queenie nodded.

     "And that necklace she's always wearing, it was the necklace he gave her before his death. So she always wears it and never took it off." She said as she looked down at her hands, trying not to cry as that memory went through her head. Percival's quiet for a moment before he sighed.

     "I see... I believe that's everything I need to know. Thank you, Queenie, for this and the coffee. You may go." He says as he unlocks and opens the door. Queenie nodded and stood as she took the tray and turned to walk away. She stopped walking and looked back at Percival.

     "Mr.Graves?"

     "Yes?" He asked, looking up at her.

     "Tina already promised this since she's going to Pennsylvania too. Can you promise me something?" He looked at her quizzically.

     "Sure. What is it?"

     "Protect (Y/n)." Queenie said, looking at Percival intently.

     'Protect (Y/n) from what?' He asked himself, 'Of course I'll protect (Y/n) from that group of dangerous witches and wizards...'

     "Not just from them... But... But from herself, Mr.Graves." She said as she read his mind, "Protect (Y/n) from doing anything that would get herself in trouble or worse even, killed. Because..." Queenie read (Y/n)'s mind from where she stood and looked at Percival with sad and concerned eyes, "Because she doesn't intend to follow Madam President's orders. But she does intend to disobey them. So please, if it's not too much of a task, Mr.Graves... Please keep (Y/n) safe." Percival looked at Queenie and saw that she was almost at the verge of tears. He stood up from his seat and walked over to her, placing a hand on her shoulder reassuringly.

     "I promise. I will do my best to keep her at bay." He said. Queenie looked up at him with wide, tear brimmed eyes. She can't help but smile widely in relief when she read his mind and saw that he's telling the truth.

     "Thank you, Mr.Graves!" Queenie said happily as she hurried off with her tray. Percival watched her walk off and closed his office door as he sat back down in his seat. Processing everything Queenie had told him about (Y/n) as he leaned his head back and stared at the ceiling.

     "(Y/n)..." He mutters.

     "Sectumsempra!" (Y/n) yelled as she pointed her wand at a dummy in the training room. Its body suddenly received deep wounds and gashes as if slashed by a sword and it fell to the ground, hands twitching slightly. There was a look in her eyes as she breathed heavily as another dummy came out behind her, its legs shook in slight fear.

     "You plan to kill all of them by yourself..."

     "Diffindo!" She yelled as she spins around pointing her wand at the dummy. It then got morbidly ripped and torn apart limb from limb.

     "You intend to risk disobeying Picquery's orders and cold bloodedly kill them all with your own wand and hands...."

     "Crucio!" Pointing her wand at another dummy as a red ball of light shoots out from the tip of her wand and hits the dummy. It fell to the ground, writhing in pain on the floor. (Y/n) watched with a deep scowl as the dummy writhed in pain as she imagined the enemy screaming in agony, begging for mercy. She forcefully stomped her foot onto its head and it smashes to pieces.

     "Is this..." Percival paused as he continued to stare up at the ceiling in thought since he was talking to no one, but as if he were talking to (Y/n) but only to himself.

     A dummy sneaks up behind her with a wand, pointing it at her and shoots a spell. She quickly Disapparated, the spell hit another dummy instead and it became temporarily paralyzed from head to toe, falling to the ground. (Y/n) Apparated behind it with her wand pointed at it. A almost crazed look of hunger for blood and revenge. It slowly turned its head around to look at her.

     "Is this what Eddie would have wanted...?" Percival asked quietly to no one with a slight frown.

     "Avada Kedavra." (Y/n) growls as a green light shoots out of her wand and at the dummy. Its body is shot back across the room, hitting the wall and lying lifelessly on the floor. She looked around the training room at the body parts and bodies of the dummies, imagining them as her enemies killed by her own hands. The corner of her mouth twitched upward as she looked at the ground, it started from a smirk into a large sinister grin, "Heheheh..." Small giggle echoed throughout the room, before it grew louder, louder, and louder, "Heheheheh! Hahahahaha!" that it was not just mere giggling but into insane laughter. She fell to her knees, grabbed both sides of her head with wand still in hand, threw her head back and continued to laugh psychotically, "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" (Y/n) leaned over as she kneeled there with her head hanging down and her hands clenching her head. Her psychotic laughter continued as tears started to come down and drip onto the floor. Her grin mixed with insanity, anger, and sadness as her psychotic laughs wavered to sad ones, "Hahahaha...!"

     'Someone help me.... Help me....'

A/n: Once again... Long! And god damn aren't you a crazy betch... But that's good ^J^ Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Vote and comment if you like! Aaaaand yeah!

Poor Ezra and Eddie btw... My poor geeks...