He leveled another crucio at the man with his own face and listened to his tortured screams and Mary's whimpers as Nina completed the runic drawing and the circle. He could feel the stuttering of dark magical energy beginning to thrum through the room as Nina stood and dusted her knees off. He turned to look at her work, especially critical of Greek lettering; they'd both studied it extensively to ensure he maintained the strongest connection possible with the part of his soul he would store.