            "No? Not something that might necessitate the help of said dark wizard?" He smirked. Her scowl deepened. She kept it plastered to her face, hopefully hiding the sudden panic that he somehow knew. It was impossible he had any clue about the Veil. About Sirius. About that voice and that dream and her strange urge to see a dead man once again. No, Mr. Malfoy was just good at guessing. And that was all he would be doing.