User blog comment:Prof. Draco/RP/ Cursed be he.../@comment-1674153-20130601020719/@comment-1674153-20130601065124

"My demands? I should hardly say they are demands - merely justice."

"When I was a young girl," he spoke, growing more cold with every word, "I was forced into being married to a much older man - twenty years my senior. I wanted nothing to do with him, but he was wealthy and influential, and my family pushed me into the marriage, with the only memories of my past life being in the cloak my mother gave me. But even that cloak got snatched away from me." Obviously, this being spoken from a visage of Sandy was slightly odd, but no one dared comment at the very angry woman before them.

"On the wedding night, he stole the cloak from me, and offered me a deal - I would climb into bed with him whenever he desired, and I could keep my cloak. He knew how much it meant to me!" he suddenly yelled, before regaining composure.

"I took the deal. I gave him four children. But he puppeted the cloak away from me whenever he could. I lived with that for six years, until I finally faked my own death. But when I tried to flee with the cloak, I couldn't find it, and had to leave without it." Sandy blinked, his eyes having gone wet. He shook his head.

"But I found that somebody took the cape after my husband's death years later, and I began tracking them down. That was when I became aware of artifacts, how people collected them, used them, even made them. I began amassing my own artifacts, my own wealth, getting closer and closer, but never finding where my cloak was. Until I happened to meet a young Mr. Sykes, a very happy boy...and then a very miserable one. He was able to point me in this direction when I asked him about what happened. He didn't know much, but enough. I even helped him as he grew, to find this place, and hack into your files so I could access them."

Sandy smirked. "You think you can take away what belongs to people? I don't think so. Give me my cloak. Give me Charles Perrault's Cape, now."