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Originally Posted by
Lissy Longbottom 
Gabi had been preparing for an altercation - it was inevitable, and a choice she had made willingly. She liked to THINK she had mentally prepared for it but...how did one really prepare for something like this? She continued to eat as if unbothered, hoping that the fact that he was avoiding her gaze and speaking quietly meant he wasn’t going to make much of a scene. Although, the arrival of the horde of hungry cultists didn’t exactly bode well. It was a great way to keep eyes off their interaction...
”I did as you instructed. I disciplined them in a way I felt would cause the most sting to their pride,” she said simply as she took another bite of her peas.
Lucien took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose while he took a moment to maintain the composure he'd come to the table with. Honestly, it really was like working with children all over again.
"You were instructed to punish them in a way that would satisfy my decision to not kill them. House elf duties? If you wanted them dead, you needed not stay my hand." All she'd done was force him to have a night audience--one that was growing bigger by the moment. It didn't escape his attention that the Great Hall was filling up with his men.
It took them long enough.
"I'd like you to see something." Calmly, the man reached into his pocket and pulled out a small mirror. Inside was a very haggard, worst for wear man that looked an awful lot like....oh, the former Headmaster.
"This is Malachi Trent. I trust you've been acquainted. You can see, he's not doing well."