Spoilers: Everywhere. Just all over the place probably. Spoiled rotten. Does anyone even read this part? I don't. Let me know, I'm curious...

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"Taking a break already, little bird?"

Regina had long ago learned to hide her irritation at the other Death Eaters attempts to get a rise out of her. She simply met Dolohov's eyes with a deadly smile and slid the parchment to him across the cold stone table. "The owl came in just this morning, Warden."

"Birds of a feather, eh?" He replied mockingly.

Ever since Regina was eleven there seemed to be no end to Zelena's teasing, thankfully her older siblings taunts had made her accustomed to any and all avian-centric insults thrown her way.

With a flourish Antonin Dolohov rolled out the message and began to read, every so often taking another sip of his fire whiskey. "The Dark Lord will be very pleased with you, Mills, another werewolf ally to add to our ranks is always cause for celebration." He stared lecherously at her, "I can tell you're eager to get your beak wet with a promotion. This letter here could officially get you off of dungeon guard duty, I remember when I used to go on missions..." He sighed wistfully as he finished off his beverage, Regina noted this new aspect of her bosses personality. He wanted out too, she gathered. "Maybe now you'll get to stretch out your wings."

Another Ravenclaw reference, if Regina knew she'd get this much flack for being sorted into the intelligent house in lieu of her families favored house she would've let the sorting hat put her in Slytherin. It certainly would've kept her loyalty the the Dark Lord out of question at least. "Ruby Lucas is more than willing to go above and beyond our call to arms." She replied steadily.

"How did you manage it exactly? She was a Gryffindor, was she not?"

"So was The Rat." Regina said. If she had learned anything from working with Dolohov it was that he could always be distracted with an opportunity to insult a common enemy. Especially Pettigrew. Regina's careful observation had told her he resented the twitchy little man for some reason.

Dolohov snickered, "The Rat is pathetic, did you hear about how he swooned at The Dark Lords side when Crabbe and Goyle came back from the White family ambush?"

Regina felt her stomach dropped but her face only displayed casual nonchalance in front of her boss, "I wasn't aware there were any plans for an ambush on the White family."

"Oh that's right, that mission was above your station."

"Or perhaps I was too busy persuading Lucas to join us." She countered as she discreetly slipped her hand into her cloak pocket and thumbed open the crystal phial within. "So, what exactly happened with the White ambush?"

Dolohov peered at her suspiciously, "What's it to you?"

It was Regina's turn to smirk this time because she had a solid excuse for this, "I'm sure you already know that the Mills and Whites have never gotten along." The term 'blood feud' was an understatement, "I'd like to pass along every morbid detail to my dear mother."

The older man leaned into her personal space. Regina could smell the Fire Whiskey on his breath among other things, "Well the parents got away, but we got their cub. The fiery blonde one." Dolohov took another sip of the drink she'd handed him, wait when had she handed him a drink? Well it was delicious.

Regina let out a bark of laughter in a perfect imitation of her mother, "Let me guess, the idiot dove in the way to save her family didn't she?"

Antonin Dolohov slammed his cup on the table in excitement, a few drops of the potion splashed out and wisps of yellow smoke drifted up when they hit the floor. Veritaserum itself is clear but the Elixir of Euphoria she'd spliced it with gave it a golden yellow tinge. "That's exactly what happened! Oh, those lions can be so reckless. They almost make it too easy." He laughed heartily.

"Silly kitty's," she purred. "So where are they keeping her?"

Antonin's gloved hand waved about dramatically as he kept eye contact with her plunging collar, "In the western dungeons of course, just past that Lovegood girl."

"And is anybody with her right now?" She urged.

The oblivious jailer nodded, "Oh yeah, Goyle and, no wait, Crabbe and Goyle, yeah that sounds better. They're interrogating her."

Regina scoffed, "She's seventeen years old, what information could she possibly have for us?"

A lazy grin slid across his face, "Says she knows who Madame Regal is."

There was no breeze in the Warden's office but Regina felt an icy draft race up and down her spine. This time her mask did fall. She was lucky she'd slipped the blended potion into Dolohov's drink, it loosened his tongue and kept him from noticing certain things. Things like the absolute terror in her eyes or the fact that she shouldn't know the exact age of someone she'd never met before. "That's impossible, I- Madame Regal is just a rumor The Order was spreading around to insert distrust among The Dark Lords servants." She spouted off adamantly, then quickly added, "Among us." Focus, Regina, you're better than this.

"Oh she's real, the little lioness practically swears by it." He said, as if this information didn't have the potential to completely ruin everything Regina had been working towards for the past two years.

"Idiot." Regina muttered under her breath and shook her head, "She couldn't possibly-"

"What?"

"Nothing." Her confident smile was back, "Hey, you know who deserves a drink for all their hard work ambushing and abducting that little brat?"

"My old mates! Grab and Kyle!"

"Yes, how about I go get them for you, Warden?" Regina was up and out of the Wardens office faster than he could ask for another glass of whatever she'd given him in the first place.

"Leave Luna alone, I'm the one you want. She doesn't know anything, she's just a kid." Emma insisted to the two buffoons who had been extremely lucky to have abducted her. Her left eye throbbed from the punch she'd received during their duel. Emma kicked herself for how distracted she had been. Emma recalled how she had successfully used the Expelliarmus spell on the shorter Death Eater but noticed too late that he still had a substantial advantage on her. The fact being he was about three times her size.

The taller, spongier one looked to 'Punchy' and then back at her from his seat on what she assumed would be her cot for the rest of her stay at Casa La Torture. "Just a kid? You can't be that much older than her, what do you know?"

"I told you already, I know everything." Emma replied as she tried to turn her grimace into a cocky grin. She heaved a sigh and looked up at the large iron chains at her wrists. Emma's fingers were almost numb from the cold and slippery with sweat but she forced them to feel around the edges for the keyhole, if she could get to the pin in her hair then picking the lock wouldn't take too long.

"She's bluffing." Said Punchy, Emma felt an odd sense of pride watching him struggle to walk across the dimly lit dungeon room floor. It had been her mother that put the limp there during their skirmish earlier today.

Spongy shrugged and cracked his knuckles threateningly, "Maybe... but we'll have some fun finding out."

The door to her less than luxurious room opened. In the frame of it stood a much smaller Death Eater, unlike her abductors this one was still wearing that creepy ass mask. "Hello, welcome to my suite!" Emma grinned in false bravado, "Please have a seat while I finish up with my business associates here." Never let them see you sweat.

The new Death Eater ignored her comment and walked straight up to Spongy to whisper in his ear. Even with one non-swollen eye Emma could tell by the way the intruder walked that she was a girl. The generous display of cleavage her dress allowed was another hint of course. Though the cloak and hood prevented Emma from seeing much else of her body or hair.

After a brief discussion Punchy and Spongy left the room while sneering at her and she was left alone with the new Death Eater. Emma could tell that she was being sized up and did her best to look as threatening as one possibly could while chained to a ceiling with a black eye and split lip.

"Liar." In the silence Emma clearly heard the whispered accusation. "You don't know anything about Madame Regal, admit it." Her new guard seemed to like whispering, it had an eerie effect on Emma. Somehow it made the guard seem even more menacing than her two burly friends.

"Nope, and you can forget using any truth potions on me, they won't work. Don't know why, don't know how but I guess that's just my super power. You're going to have to get the information the old fashion way." The masked woman bristled but stayed silent.

"What's wrong? Can't stomach a little torture?" Emma felt a hand at her throat and what she could only guess was a wand poking her in the ribs,"Okay maybe not. Here's the deal I made with the Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Body Odor. I give you one tid bit of information about Madame Regal for every released prisoner."

The masked woman hissed threateningly and continued her quiet way of speaking, "Stubborn girl. Madame Regal doesn't exist." Her nails dug into the flesh at Emma's throat but didn't cut off her wind pipe. Emma inferred that she was just really bad a choking people.

"She does!" Emma replied with a hard stare into the deep brown eyes behind the metal mask, "Madame Regal exists and she is glorious and brave and nothing like you." The guard scoffed and released her grip on Emma. The blonde coughed but kept her eyes on the retreating woman's form.

"And she's going to kill you." Emma added with all the sureness as the promise of a new day.

The guard stopped at the open doorway a moment, "I'd love to see that happen."

There was a gust of wind as the door slammed and the clunky iron chains that had been holding Emma up released her without warning. Emma crashed to the floor and shivered shivered. She tasted copper on her tongue so she spit out the blood and ran a hand through her hair.

With the solitude came her doubts but Emma refused to regret what she did, she was sure if she hadn't told them about Madame Regal they would still be using the Crutacious curse on Luna. Emma being outspoken about her knowledge of the inner workings of The Order had put all the attention on her which was fine, Emma was tough and she felt could handle whatever they threw at her for a while. Definitely until her parents, any Order members or the reclusive and secretive spy that had infiltrated the Death Eaters could rescue her. The only problem was Emma had no idea who Madame Regal was and absolutely no idea where to find her.