Corvina writes nothing down, because there is nothing to file. The ordinance does not want a signature. It wants a body.

CorvinaSay it to me now, before the bell, while you can still walk out of this room and I will not think less of you.

MalfoidI consent. I am eighteen and I am not being carried by a bequest and I would rather be of this house than of my father's.

The pin goes on the windowsill. She has never once told anybody why she does that and nobody has ever been brave enough to ask.