"You see, this works out as I also get to return the lovely favor of sense deprivation in your last moments. I nearly went mad the week I had to stay in the dark without a voice." Hermione went back to healing her arm. In the corner of her eye she could see Lucius kicking his feet, and she snickered. "There was a muggle that you left alive on your island. It took less than eight seconds to kill him. Draco? I was too preoccupied to count, but the whole ordeal didn't take more than a minute. For you? I wanted to make sure that it lasted a bit. It's been documented that it should only take one minute and thirty-eight seconds to lose muscle tones while it takes four minutes and ten seconds for muscle movement to cease when you've been hanged." Hermione accioed parchment, a quill and a bottle of ink to document Lucius" stats. "God might have made you a hunter and a gambler, Lucius, but he made me a ruthless, and curious witch." A manic giggle escaped her, but she didn't think anything of it as she watched the blonde man float in the air.