Give me something I can use against Lucius, then. I've checked with my contacts at the Ministry and it looks like all records about her have been destroyed, but Lucius sent me her file--she's got a file, Dearborn--

*She heaves a sigh, but she's spent herself, and he's right, though she hates to admit it.*

Heavens. Anything to avoid more poetry. Those poems to Bellatrix were awful. What was it--something about comparing her to a fruit, and he kept using the refrain the thirst, the thirst, the thirst. Do you remember that one?