<span class="bbc_u"><strong>Dominic</strong></span><br/><br/>Dominic smiled a little bit at her anger about his mentioning of the Longbottoms. Did she really thing that a little bit of indignant anger would do anything to put him off from his plans. Using her as a mindless and broken broodmare, her use of that word almost made him laugh at the image it brought about in his mind, wouldn't be the preferable way that things could go about, in his mind it wouldn't count as a proper victory unless he managed to bring her into the fold of the Death Eaters and make her a willing member of their organization. She could make a useful spy for them, that idea had just occurred to him, a mindless Ginny again useless but one who was willing to work for the purpose of Pureblood supremacy...<br/><br/>“See, that wasn't much fun at all was it?” He asked with a small chuckle as he slowly climbed to his feet, looking down at her the entire time and never moving his wand so that it would stay pointed at her the entire time. “That was just physical pain though, I can get so much more creative. Before Voldemort fell I was using muggles and some mudbloods for research on a new kind of spell work, it utilizes a modified pensive charm to extract memories and enter them... and then using a memory erasure charm I can preform a surgery on the memories of the subject.”<br/><br/>He was grinning now, this work was entirely his own and something that had taken a great amount of effort on his part, he had expected a great deal of reward from the Dark Lord for its creation but he had died before that could happen and he could be rewarded. “I can go into your memories, twist them however I like, turn a fond moment in a lovers arms into a terrible memory of pain... or even insert myself into that tender moment.” The system wasn't perfect yet, it was easier to destroy a memory then to modify it and the subject could fight if they were clever about it... but the very threat that he could do it to someone would terrify most people beyond any and all reason. “Wouldn't you rather stop trying to fight me Ginny, then you can keep the memories that will give you a moment of peace when you aren't in pain.” If she just gave into him for a moment, give him a crack then he would be able to widen it... he was ready to exploit any weakness.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Lucius</strong></span><br/><br/>Lucius had been working to get himself ready for bed when the knock came, his cloak shrugged off and carefully hung while his wand was put back into his cane and set near the bed. It might be early in the morning but Lucius knew the value of a good nights sleep and was pouring himself a glass of brandy when he turned to the door. It seemed that there was someone who wanted to speak with him, or Krys was about to make a very ill advised power play. Lucius doubted it though, while she might be unpredictable Snape's daughter had always shown him a proper amount of respect.<br/><br/>“Enter Krys.” He called out before raising his glass to his lips and taking a good long swallow of the liquor inside of it. “But I urge you to make whatever it is you have to say quick, after all it was your antics that interrupted my reading in the first place.”