"Very well," he said quietly. He pulled her collar from his desk drawer along with her leather leash and she whimpered automatically. He smirked as he clasped it around her neck and fastened the leash to it. "Take your place, sweet," he commanded, and she knelt at his feet, her gaze on the floor. "Follow me." He led her down the stairs into the same cellar where Harry, Ron, Luna, and Mr. Ollivander had been held in their first days here. It felt like a lifetime ago. So much had happened since the last time she’d been in this room.