Opening up his journal, he perused the pages looking over his notes of the various projects he had in store. He idly noted that the slave he’d captured and turned into an assassin-in-waiting seemed to be behaving like normal, as normal as a twelve-year-old girl could be at least. "I should give her the activation phrase soon. I’m curious to see what happens." Whether or not the girl succeeded meant little to him. There were other mudbloods he could use to further his projects.