"They are serious about Lockhart by the way. I have to fight back the urge to use an unforgivable every lesson." Marcus muttered, only just loudly enough for his team to hear him. "Which one?" Harry asked with childish delight, his head tilted to the right, green eyes shining with amusement and intrigue. "The Cruciatus," Marcus said a dark leer as he pictured it in his head, cursing the insipid cretin until he was mad with the pain, unable to speak, being locked inside his head forever, or even better, his mind broken. Harry watched as his expression changed to sinister lust, his smoky black eyes going glazed as he was lost in his thoughts. Despite being a Flint, the Heir to Benjamin Flint, it was easy to see his Mother in him as his thoughts got darker and darker. His dark eyes, the slight insanity in them, and the mad smile were all Lestrange. Reginah Flint nèe Lestrange was the younger sister of Rodolphus and the older sister of Rabastan. She was one of Bellatrix’s best friend’s from Hogwarts, their other best friend, Rita Skeeter, was just as bloodthirsty and slightly tapped in the head, but she was just the best at hiding it. The three of them had been ruthless and perfect Slytherin’s, sharing a dorm for seven years, and being so similar solidified their friendship beyond the norm.