Lifting her gaze to meet his was harder than she expected. Thanks to his brutal ritual in the graveyard that held his Muggle father's remains, he'd been given a body that was far from human-looking. Years of the Dark magic required to keep the shell operating when it should have been dust had taken their toll. He was the monster of every child's nightmare. Staring into the deep red slits that he possessed for eyes made her dizzy and fearful. When his cracked lips smiled, she could see the blood coating the inside of his mouth. Sores were weeping and seeping over every part of his bare skin she could see. There were certain to be more she couldn't. Nothing Antonin told her about his appearance was a lie. He was more grotesque than even she could've imagined.