Originally Posted by Lucien Rosier

Lucien took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose while he took a moment to maintain the composure he'd come to the table with. Honestly, it really was like working with children all over again.

"You were instructed to punish them in a way that would satisfy my decision to not kill them. House elf duties? If you wanted them dead, you needed not stay my hand." All she'd done was force him to have a night audience--one that was growing bigger by the moment. It didn't escape his attention that the Great Hall was filling up with his men.

It took them long enough.

"I'd like you to see something." Calmly, the man reached into his pocket and pulled out a small mirror. Inside was a very haggard, worst for wear man that looked an awful lot like....oh, the former Headmaster.

"This is Malachi Trent. I trust you've been acquainted. You can see, he's not doing well."