Those words had never slipped from her mouth before. Not even when she was completely alone with no one else around. She couldn't even afford to admit them to herself, but they were true. The amount of power she held over people's lives in that position was intoxicating and exhilarating. Knowing that the same people Antonin was trying to protect from her overenthusiastic questioning at social events lived in abject fear that one day they would be dragged to her special room in the lowest level of the Ministry of Magic to be subjected to even more questioning filled her with a headiness she couldn't explain. For so much of her life she had no power at all. As nothing but a Muggle-born student with few friends to the terrified pet of the Dark Lord's, she couldn't even hope to gain any meaningful amount of power over anything, including her own life. Having a large percentage of the country's population fear her changed all of that.