CRACK<br/><br/>The explosive crack pulled Albiorix from his almost dream state. His eyes cast back down to the piece of wood where the Hawke and his malevolent step-mother once stood. The poor Auror having been whisked away to what Albi could only assume was some sick and twisted tea party with the person Albiorix feared the most, that was still alive. Only slightly more than Joramir and the... child he has taken to following. Albiorix stood upon the old rafter quietly. thinking over what exactly he had just witnessed. Hawke, lying about a relationship with Albi? And what on earth did his mother want with him after all this time? Albiorix had a few more ideas, and none of them were good.<br/><br/>Albi hopped from the rafter and his body landed upon the old wood with a solid thud. Standing tall as the last few blackened feathers turned back to clear skin and cloth. He didn't want to linger in this nightmare of a place for long, but he was also very wary of leaving this auror with a woman who knew more about him than any other person on the planet.<br/><br/>Slowly he paced across the room to the chair left in the ruined old house. The only thing seeming unmarred by the blackened scars that decorated every inch of the home. It was an unfamiliar chair, one that his mother likely conjured up. His mind wandering, to where they could have been off to? His mother apparated out, meaning that they couldn't be that far. His step-mother, hold up in this small town? Did she really think he would come back after all this time? Or was there something here, something that she knew he would come back for. Albiorix could think of a few things, butt oddly enough, it had been Hawke who had brought him here. Albiorix's meddling had likely left an imprint on Hawke's mind, linking them. Meaning, that Hawke also had free access to Albiorix's mind whenever he wanted.<br/><br/>Albiorix cursed to himself as he kicked the chair across the room, just seconds before it disappeared into a cloud of smoke, dissolving into dust.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><div class="bbImageWrapper lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fguiltypleasuresroleplaying.com%2Fxenforo%2Findex.php%3Fattachments%2Funtitled-png.15673%2F&amp;hash=7219691817467a0666dbec28fa2163a3" title="index.php">
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<br/>​</div>Analise stepped back into the rather small quaint room of her small home. A great difference from her old lavish home, back when her name commanded respect among the ranks of death eaters. Back when none would dare disrespect her and she felt truly, undefeatable. But that all seemed like such a long time ago, as she looked over the many nice, dust covered furnishings that decorated the cramped room. Situated in a small shack in the middle of nowhere. This was now her home, and her prison she felt. Her face was one easily recognized, one that drew attention in a time where she wanted none of it. But she hoped, to finish what she started, in all this. And now she had everything she needed.<br/><br/>Her eyes landing upon Hawke as he glanced around the room, likely trying to figure an escape route. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">There isn't one, there is no way out of this, besides well... your willing cooperation.</span>" She smiled again, her face lighting up as she moved to sit in a plush red chair just a few feet from Hawke. Her hands folded across her lap as she stared at Hawke with the same warmth for a few moments as if watching her life's work beginning to come together. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">I could unbind you. Rosa has hidden your wand far from here, so don't try summoning it. The only way you're ever going to get out of this, and get your wand back, is simple.</span>" She paused, her eyes locked on Hawke, digging deep into his conscious, as if looking for something again, searching for any inkling of emotion. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">You work with me, in bringing my son back here, where he belongs and I will give you, whatever you desire. Reid.</span>" She spoke the name lightly, as if skeptical to its trueness.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">You see, while I appear to be nothing more than a withered old woman, I once commanded the respect only rival to the dark lord himself. But you see, my power lies not in the magic I wield. But how the information, I gather, and how I use it to manipulate those around me. A skill, even the Dark Lord came to respect, and you will too. Because well, you have something I require. Many memories of my son that I need, and perhaps, I have information you seek too. I am sure, Albion has not been very truthful with you, about what he is and what he desires.</span>" The woman finally paused, her gentle smile never leaving her lips, as if painted thereupon a cold dead corpse, yet despite it, it sill radiated warmth. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">And there are three ways I can go about gathering this information. You can offer it willingly, you can explain. I could also, force my way through those... walls you have built. They feel quite, shaken, it wouldn't take long for me to wear them down. Or...</span>" Analise leaned forward, her face leaning just a little closer to him as she whispered. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300"><i>Crucio.</i></span>" As a blast of light escaped the wand she had carefully produced, sending shocks of pain shooting up and down Hawke's body for just a<i>single second</i>before it stopped. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">I could cause you unimaginable pain, till you are begging to give me the information I seek.</span>" She gave a slight high-pitched chuckle, only second to that of Dolores Umbridge