"Satisfying indeed." He purrs menacingly. "Don’t do anything stupid." He waves his wand in a familiar motion, and her vitals materialize in the icy blue smoke in front of him. Clever. But were these Goyle’s ideas? Crabbe’s? Felt unlikely from what she remembered of them in school. There had to be someone smarter, or at the very least more strategic lurking in the background pulling the strings.  