She’d turned her head at his offer to make Lucius say, under Imperius, an Unforgiveable he was willing to cast if she wished. For all the magic that she had, she had little will for volatile spells, the ones that teased at her morals and played with her feelings. It was one that Tom had mastered, knowing that he gave a piece of himself with each spell that he cast, and enchantment that he wound around another.  