She shook her head. It had been a disappointment to not experience a noticeable difference. Briefly considering telling him about the trick the memory charms expert played on her with the faces of every person she ever killed, she stopped herself. Antonin knew just as well as she did about the power of being haunted by his victims. Maybe even more so. He spent almost fifteen years in Azkaban having the dementors continually feeding on his emotions. Only his own anger and bitterness over being caught kept him from losing his mind entirely. There were times that he had his own flashes of madness, but he'd had decades learning to control them.