"I already told you. It’s amusing to torment you. I have no qualms about giving you all this information. Nobody will ever believe you even if you could breathe a word about it, which you can’t. And speaking of torment," she said, reaching into her pocket and retrieving a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, "I killed Potter slowly. His death was excruciatingly slow, in fact. He screamed and screamed and screamed, like a baby, while I flayed and burned him. Some Chosen One... And I made sure to let him know that Hermione Granger sends her regards." She lit a cigarette, took a long drag, and exhaled slowly.