The light left his eyes at once. She didn't want the kitchen to look like there'd been an interrogation. It would come back to her and could cause her future headaches. A few spells cleaned up the mess. Untying him from the chair and levitating his lifeless body to the tile, it could easily seem like he'd died of a massive heart attack. He wasn't exactly known for eating healthy and years away from the Quidditch pitch changed his body. Maybe no one would notice he was murdered.