"She told me to pass along a message, how did it go again? Ah, yes. If not for our son, I would regret ever having seen your face. I hope you die alone in there, choking, in a puddle of your own blood. I want you to die knowing I never forgive you, not for any of it." Theo enjoyed the look of Lucius Malfoy crumbling, his stoic facade melting away in despair. "Such a way with words. A beautiful woman, your wife."