"Don’t worry, we will keep you alive, girl, if you behave. There will be many long nights on our travels." His eyes glittered maliciously through his mask, releasing a laugh that made Hermione shiver despite the cold. She curled back against the stone at the scent of liquor wafting towards her through his mask. Cepheus grabbed a heavy handful of her hair, pushing her face into the dirt. She trembled, gripping the dirty covering around her to preserve her little dignity as his wand poked into her neck. 