"The Dark Lord wants news on the cabinet Malfoy, he thought you might have a bit much on your plate to come up with ways to kill Dumbledore alone, so he sent me." Dolohov spun his wand around his fingers just like Theo always did. "You can expect more gifts like this, the longer you take. Let this be a warning." He walked right up to Draco's wand point and allowed it to stab him in the chest. "Weak, just like your father." He cackled at the fire in Draco’s eyes, the sparks at the tip of his wand burnt a small hole in Dolohov’s cloak which made him laugh harder. "Cute magic trick, how is your father anyway?" 