Ashlin's face went cold before the smallest smirk curled his lips, tightening his grip as he held the rat lose, "Hmmm oh yes. I will see that he goes....to your funeral."The man cooed, sounding like he was totally losing it, not t insanity, but the rage that had been building since he'd lost sarah. Now he had a perfect target for all that rage and pain. Looking away, he tilted his head slightly, learing his throat to get the death eaters out of his way before he walked to Tom's seat. "Tom, may I borrow your table for a moment?" "You better destroy the damned thing, I don't want to sit in it after he's been in it."He said shaking his head as he conjured himself another chair, dropping into it easily, as if he wasn't worried about ashlin. Ashlin nodded absently sitting down in the chair himself before letting go of peter, but before the other had a chance to move to quickly, he let a hand go out.
Tom stared, frowning as he tried to figure out why ashlin had sat then stood, before he realized what the man was holding, saw the blood coating his hand. Paling slightly as he watched the thing beat once, twice. Realized Ashlin had left him alive. Before his smile matched the bloodthirsty one on ashlin's face as the younger man's hand closed, crushing peter's heart into pieces. "Stay away from me. All of you."Ashlin ordered before stalking out of the room ignoring the malfoy's or any of the others watching him. His grief had been the hammer used to break him, and rage was what he'd reformed himself in....and it would remain broken, until reality snapped back to what it was supposed to be. And he didn't know he was even walking the boundaries of insanity, not knowing just how far gone he was