Chapter 176

Surprise washed over the table in two waves. First, the silence before the storm. Everyone was stunned, eyes wide mouth hanging agape as they stared at Sarah. Then came the second wave, the whispering. Heads turned, mouths moved and somewhere through the growing chatters, Sarah heard it, the sound of a camera shutter. That was enough snap her out of her dazed state and out of the blues— "Ahh!" She shrieked, the sound cutting through the whispers that were floating around the table. The sound of her chair screeching against the floor followed shortly after as she stood up, bumping into the table and nearly knocking the chair down. She turned to face Bellatrix, so sharp that some particulars of the soup slipped off her hair. Through her soaked hair, she glared, or at least, tried to. "You...how dare you do this to me–" "Don't paint me to be the bad person now," Bellatrix said, her voice flat, almost sounding bored, then it dropped and so did the look in her eyes. For a second, it felt li