Sinistra had spent years thinking about her essay concerning the muggle conspiracy. She had listened to her husband - Warren, not this idiot of Ulysse - to her friends, she had read novels and thoughts of some of the most brillant pure-blood of their times. And finally, she got edited. How proud Sinistra was. And how proud Warren was. At least, before he tragically died. She would often tell herself that at least he died knowing his wife was a perfect pure-blood witch, as some of his friend would think otherwise. Anyway, on that special day, she got an invitation to the Ministry of Magic. Apparently she had an interview with Morfin Carrow. She very well knew this man, especially since he's obsessed - and the word may not be strong enough - with his blood-line. Another maniac of whom she enjoyed the presence. As usual, Sinistra came to the Ministry as if she was the Minister himself. And she would make such a better work than Minchum, but hey, she's a lady, and she has written an anti-muggle book. She didn't know why this man had invited her at the Ministry. He should have invited her at his home. Well, a long time ago, her dear mother told her that men were idiot - and damn, they were. Anyway. The secretary conducted her to his office, letting her in. « Mister Carrow, it is alway a pleasure to meet you » she politely said, flashing him with a beautiful smile of which she had the secret. Sinistra gave him her hand waiting for him to act as if she was Elizabeth the Second.