Lucius exited his study and locked the door behind him. With the click of the lock in everyone's ears, Hermione could practically smell the fear radiating off of Aubin. He cowered in the corner near the bookshelf he'd slammed into, acting as if they might just leave him alone if he didn't move. How ridiculous and child-like fear could render a person. She'd had plenty of occasions over time as an interrogator to see similar behavior in other victims. Of course, she would never consider Aubin a victim. He deserved to die a painful death. Based on the heat in Thorfinn's eyes, she felt confident that he would get one before they left that night.