"If her brother wants her back I'm sure he could draw her to our side all on his own he's at least that useful." She said lightly a cutting smirk on her face, "But personally I think it's a waste of time. She obviously has bad taste, look who she surrounds herself with. Pure blood or not doesn't excuse blood traitors." She said her eyes cutting at Rabastan at the last term the end of her wand flicking deftly her mouth moving forming a word she didn't speak but in the barest of whispers "Incarcerous."<br/><br/>Chains appeared wrapping deftly around Rabastan binding him to his seat. Slowly the chains continued to tighten until she flicked her wand again. "I don't want to hear that name said with in my hearing, ever" she flicked her wand and the chains bound tighter still, "again. Do we have an understanding Rabastan?" She asked her voice dripping with false sweetness as she leaned forward her chin resting in the palm of her hand her fingertips twirling her walnut 12 3/4 inch wand deftly between her fingertips as if completely at ease, in truth she was.