It was an ordinary interrogation. One she could've easily performed half-awake and with her mind focused on other more interesting topics. But something was different. She remembered looking up at Rabastan's smirking face when she'd applied another cutting curse to the poor sod's bare chest. Though he'd looked at her work the same way a thousand times in the past, something about the twitch in his cheek, the curl of his lips made her long to turn the end of her wand on him. She despised him in that moment when she'd only just merely disliked him for much of their acquaintance, including the years they were in the habit of ripping their clothes off in the office they shared. Like a switch had been flicked inside of her, she no longer wanted to be there anymore.