There was a great deal of respect and fear in Rowle's countenance when she cut off his statement. No doubt he was going to utter something about her unnecessary cruelty. It would hardly be the first time and certainly not the last. His was a counsel that she had come to appreciate over the years. Instead, the massive blond knew when to keep his mouth shut. If anyone alive knew the power of blood lust over a person's compunctions and morality, it was the wizard Hermione was half-convinced was descended from a line of Viking berserkers. What else could explain his single-mindedness in the heat of battle? Or his rage and fury?