She wished that there was some way she could use magic without getting caught. As part of the Dark Lord's plan to hold on to control in the country, not long after they were conquered, everyone was required to register their magic in his new puppet Ministry. There was a trace on every single witch and wizard regardless of their age or their status within the regime. Antonin thundered around his house the day he was forced to go, slamming furniture and knocking pictures off of the wall. He found it the ultimate insult that he wasn't allowed to be above the registry. When she made the unwise reminder to him that the Dark Lord's Death Eaters should have a better attitude about his new laws, he hadn't hesitated to punish her for her insolence... without magic, of course. The back of his hand striking her square in the mouth frightened her more than it actually hurt. Afraid to let him see the tears in her eyes, she covered her bleeding lip with her hand and ran out of the house. He'd apologized later when he was calmer but the damage had already been done.