Something in her snapped when Antonin squeezed her arm roughly in his large hand and tried to pull her back. It was a motion he'd done more times than she could count since the very first days that she lived in the house as his student. Hard enough to leave bruises that she covered with long sleeves or glamours, he wasn't gentle when he wanted her to do as he ordered. Usually, she just went along with what he wished. It was easier that way. That day, however, she didn't want to be grabbed again. She'd told him over and over again in the privacy of their bedroom when emotions had calmed that she didn't want him to grab her like that again. Why wouldn't he listen?