"You were working for Longbottom," Draco said to the prisoner, and she looked at him, hate etched in the lines around her mouth, premature for someone so young. She raised her head high. "You will die knowing you served him well, although I suppose that's hardly any consolation considering the fact that he didn't consider you trustworthy enough to tell you anything of true importance. And why would he? You disobeyed orders to prove yourself, to show your worthiness. Look where that led you. What do you think, will he regret not trusting you?"