Pansy screeched until her voice gave out and still, she writhed with pain on the floor while the High Reeve watched his own doing with a certain fascination – Hermione realized with dread that he was enjoying it, the torture, the screams. At this moment, he didn’t seem bored, he looked satisfied, focused purely on causing harm, on destroying. If Hermione ever believed there was anything good left in him, she had been horribly wrong.