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Originally Posted by Lucien Rosier  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." It was safe to say that it was becoming increasingly obvious that Gabi was NOT a good chess player. She kept trying to figure out the best moves to keep all her pieces in play - and she kept getting outsmarted by him. Still, she had her king - that was to say, the students were alive - and that was all she was playing for at the moment. If all her pawns and rooks and knights got swept up while she was defending him well....that was just how it was going to be. She'd accepted it.
That still didn't stop her from trying to make some smart moves - even if it didn't pan out the way she wanted.
"You can't very well convince them to join your cause if you're murdering half the student population every time they do something you don't like," she reminded him, trying from a different angle. "It's barely been four months...you might find them more receptive to your cause if you gave them more time to accept the ideas," she pointed out. She knew from her previous experience with cults that radicalization took time - and wiping out an entire generation of witches and wizards was hardly good for long term recruitment. If he wanted to be practical about it.
"They hate chores. They're spoiled brats," she said with a shrug, hoping her lie was convincing enough. "And you should have heard them fight me on it before your squad got there. Camilo can attest that they were NOT pleased with the situation," she added. It wasn't a TOTAL lie. They HAD been rather snarky about it all - but for different reasons of course.
Her facade dropped quickly, however, when she looked down at the mirror he held in his hand - gasping and dropping her utensils loudly. TRENT?! But...she had assumed the worst. She thought for sure he was dead. Yet here he was, alive but barely...or was it all a trick? Was it just a rouse to get her to let her guard down? Was he using him as leverage?
"Malachi?? But..." she paused, reminding herself to remain calm. "Why are you showing me this?" she asked quietly.
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