Pushing the spectacles up the bridge of my nose, I took in the gorgeous witch all over again. Her hair was dark and blonde, and though she smiled amiably, her face was swollen with a purple bruise and she had what looked like fist-shaped bruises on her torso and ribcage. She seemed flat and lifeless as she disrobed, and I felt a mixture of disgust and anger as I choked back sobs at seeing what my Cissy was reduced to here. Lucius was pimping her out at their brothel to keep his sorry arse out of Azkaban.