She knew he spoke the truth. Even though Headmaster Mulciber had been doing a damn fine job as the leader of Hogwarts for the better part of the last two decades, he had a price. He also had his own perverted, twisted sense of Death Eater loyalty. The children might have been his priority to educate and keep safe, but he wouldn't have lasted long in the Dark Lord's faithful followers if he'd not learned how to turn his head every now and again. Rodolphus reached out to twist one of her curls around his finger. She ignored the pain, focused entirely on what he was going to say next.