He cleared his throat, combed through his hair with his hand, and made sure he looked the part. When she woke up, startled that she was in his house, in his bed nonetheless, he would tell her something vile, something to block out the erased memories. It needed to be shocking. He had come up with it a while ago. He’d tell her he’d been slipping love potions in her drinks as a test to see how easy it was to manipulate Mudbloods.