"The next triumph was the capture of numerous members of the Order of the Phoenix, who foolishly chose to have a celebration of their own." The pale white hand gestured over the small cheering crowd. Theo brought forth another terrible memory: his mother being tortured so often that the tremors in her joints never went away, making every step she took in life a painful reminder of the monster she’d been forced to wed. "We even managed the task of capturing some of the – party guests." A yellow smile contrasted against the white skin, the red eyes shining with mirth.