With a final smack against the bars, she withdrew from the edge of his sight but not enough to lose the eyes of her Lord behind him. Voldemort was now just behind Selwyn’s chair, the long ivory wand pulled out to press against the sweating man’s neck with just the tip. It was as clear a threat as he would give nowadays, one that each and every one of them understood, and now it only remained to be seen whether he would deign to follow through or not. 