She was finding it difficult to sleep, so she was reading more to pass the time rather than to learn anything useful (To her mind, A History of Hogwarts had no useful information within it anyway). Was it guilt? She wondered, thinking back to the prisoner trapped deep under Hogwarts in the catacombs to be eaten by the unholy eight-legged beasts that made their abode there. It was not the most vindictive thing she had ever done, and there was no doubt that the perpetrator deserved it, but there was something about leaving him down there that had seemed rash. She could not fully separate her feelings of desire from the situation either. There was no doubt that the prisoner was an Adonis, pure raw strength was evident from his steely composure and bulging muscles, and it had been a long time since Lily had scratched that eternal itch. No, she shook her head, trying to dispel the thought. There was more to it than that. It was what he had said that was plaguing her sleep. "Thrall of Lord Potter" there was no truth in it. She was the one pulling the strings. Her brother was, in fact, the puppet, and she the marionette, but it bothered her that the realm would always see things the other way round.