Watching from the side, Severus recoiled from the bitter, mirthless harsh laughter issuing from his former student. No one so young should sound like that. "Didn't you hear me? I. Broke. The. Spell. And as an animate image of a dead man you lack the magic to cast it again. Nor will I ever allow anyone to enslave me again." She whirled to face Severus, "I say we burn the painting. Barring that let's lock him in there and cover it so we never have to see it again."